I have to take a moment and awknowlege this kindness that was done for me by a friend, anonymously. It touched me deeply and I can’t let it pass by.
Saturday evening I came home from work and found this in the mail for me. One of my friends ordered it for me and sent it to me anonymously. It is a zine from a woman in Austrailia and it is fucking amazing. It’s subject is self-care and it is exactly what I needed at the moment as I’ve been working through a little bout of depression. When I opened it and realized what it was I sat on the couch and cried as I was looking through it. I ugly cried. I was so beyond touched. I was touched that someone thought to order this for me. I was touched that there is a beautiful soul living on this Earth that (hand) made this zine for people going through a hard time. And the idea that a friend sent this anonymously is a huge lesson for me as well – that they left the ego out of it completely. It’s a lesson I really need to learn at the moment.
Thank you, kind, thoughtful friend. Thank You, thank you, thank you.
I missed posting last week, needed a little break from the Intertubes. But I am back in the saddle with another post from that Lomo Purple roll. This is one that that I shot at the Stonehenge Memorial when I was there. You can read more about my visit there on Pinhole Obscura.
This is completely off topic, but I have started another blog that is dedicated to my daily drawings. I’ve invited my friends to join me, as well. You can find it here: Gottasketchthatitch.com. I am completely new at this whole sketching thing (give or take) so please don’t laugh at my attempts :). I just feel like it’s good to get yourself out there and connect with others who are trying to accomplish the same things. Maybe we can support each other.
OK, back to the original topic, the photo:
Camera: TerraPin Bijou
Film: Lomo Purple
Exposure time: less than 5 seconds
*I have this completely adorably sweet song stuck in my head right now. I want to learn how to play it on the Ukulele.
Still working my way though that Lomo Purple roll! Here is a photo of the creek in the park near my home.
Camera: TerraPin Bijou
Film: Lomo Purple (100 ISO)
Exposure time: 12 seconds
I had the most wonderful interaction this morning on my run. It was both a boost to my ego and my spirit all at once. I stopped for a few seconds to say “hi” to a basset hound that was waddling up to me and it’s owner, an older gentleman I have nodded at when we pass each other, wanted to tell me something. He said, “I have to tell you, you are really looking great. I’ve watched you running by me for the past year and I’ve noticed that you are really shaping up. Good job!.” I was delighted that this stranger would take a moment to give me kudos! It really brightened my morning.
It also reminded me of a train of thought I often have while running.
For years I have been an early morning runner and, no matter where I’ve lived, I always run into the same people in the mornings when I run. We usually nod and smile and say “good morning” as we pass each other and that’s it. I often wonder about these little interactions – these little tiny bonds that form with these strangers that share the same time and space with me three times a week. It’s hard to intellectualize because it seems like it happens on a level that is more intuitive. But, indeed, a kind of bond is being formed with these people.
It was nice to be reminded of this today, and to be encouraged by a so-called stranger.
Today’s photoblog image was taken near my house at the local park. I walk by this scene everyday and I’ve photographed it many times. I love the way the two Douglas Firs frame the entrance to the forested area behind them. I’ve actually taken this path many times, as well, and there is something kind of spooky about it. These two trees and this path feel like the beginning of an adventure to me.
Camera: Terrapin Bijou
Film: Lomochrome Purple
Exposure time: 1 minute
Last night I dreamt of a brass door.
It keeps playing on the edge of my memory.
Asking me to open it.
But when I look at it it goes away.
All I can do is stare at it
In my mind.
I am powerless.
The orange robe of the
Tibetan monk sits firmly
In my mind.
Standing there in the ancient field
Naked except for the robe.
He stands there by himself