Morning Magic

Photography is almost like religion for me. Actually, it’s even better because I don’t have to sit and listen to someone talk. I go to the church of nature where the sermon is given by the birds and the wind and the sound of flowing water. There’s nothing quite like looking through that viewfinder and trying to imagine making a visual image that can bring someone along with me to the moment, the space, the emotion I’m feeling. It doesn’t always come together, but when it does, it’s like magic.

It’s been almost four years now since I discovered photography is my passion and purpose. I suspect it was all along, but I just never noticed it. I was too busy trying to fit the mold society imposes on us. Being practical, working at a job, being a good wife, mother, and consumer. Then, life conspired to show me there is more to it than that. And, like most transformations, it was pain and suffering, not rainbows and unicorns that woke me up. The job became almost agonizing, my marriage fell apart, all my practicality paid off in a 50% loss of equity in my home and retirement savings, and my children grew up. So, I was left with myself–and the question–what now?

This discovery didn’t happen right away, or even all at once. I tried many things looking for something that would bring fulfillment and meaning to my life. Then, one day, I decided to buy a new camera. That was the beginning of a journey I couldn’t have even imagined at the time. It’s taken me places I might never have seen otherwise.

Horseshoe Bend Sunset

And it’s given me the ability to actually “see” what was there all along.

Delicate Balance

At this point, there are new possibilities and opportunities coming so fast, it’s almost overwhelming. But, the best part is I look forward to each and every day. Getting out of bed in the morning is no longer a chore–it’s exciting because I never know what the day will bring!