Month: January 2016

Who Really Runs the Show

If you’re not particularly interested in people’s pets, just quit looking at this post now.  Can’t tolerate all this running on about dogs and cats?  Check out a recipe blog.  Because it’s time to reveal who really runs the show around here.  First, there’s Holly the Pomeranian Diva Dog, love of my life, a major reason for my staying the course.

 

 

 

 

 

As you may have guessed, I’m besotted by this animal.

 

Next is Mrs. Minnett, a rescued Chihuahua……abused, overweight, wary of human touch when she came home with me.  Now a fit, happy little troublemaker with a wonky tongue.

 

There’s two cats.  Mostly, they like to maintain their personal space.  Tonks (with a nod to Harry Potter) the fuzzy black giant, may appear to be dead in the first photo, but I’ve included another to prove this isn’t so.  Fiona is the old girl.  These pictures reflect 1) her reaction to the political climate here in the U.S. and 2) her opinion of the candidates.

 

 

 

 

 

And then there’s my lovely departed girl, Emma…..gone on ahead.

 

How much emptier our lives would be without these companions, these fellow travelers who teach us so much about love and commitment and beauty.

 

Winter Dreaming

Well, I’m not a fan of struggling over the ice when the lane to my house turns into a luge run.  I don’t like driving in the snow.  The older I get, the more sensitive to cold I seem to be.  But…….there are the winter gifts to love.

 

Big bowls of lentil soup.

 

Glowing fires to settle by.

 

Icy ponds and rivers.

 

The artistry of bare branches.

 

The molten wintry skies at dawn.

 

The extra efforts put forth in the quest for treats.

 

The special visitors.

 

Even the watchful eyes of the bold predators.

 

The great, windswept skies.

 

The quiet moments to create.

 

I’m happy with these slow months of winter sanctuary when the earth becomes a little quieter.

 

Looking Ahead at the Creative Year

I like the pause between Christmas and New Year’s Day.  It’s like an incubation period for ideas and goal-setting, a time when I want quiet and nothing that I have to do.  But……I confess I’m not very good at the whole transition from one year to the next.  Yes, it’s an artificial “landmark” that helps us think about clearing the decks from one year and beginning to embrace the coming one.  No resolutions for me, though.  Not going to happen.  But this year I’ve been giving more than a little thought to what I want to do creatively.  I think I’ve done pretty good so far.  I only had one meltdown, and it was brief, sort of a bubbling to the surface of old junk from 2015.  I attended to it with some space and self-grace and a heavy calorie meal (yum).

So having gained equilibrium and a clear head, I’ve decided to repeat a challenge I gave myself several years ago:  take a photo a day.  This is in addition to any photo series I’m working on.  But I’m going to take it easy.  If I miss some days, that’s okay.  The whole point of the exercise is to look even more than I already look.  Not look at, but see.  And there’s a new camera in the mix.  In addition to the heavy-duty camera rig, I like carrying around a smaller, fixed-lens camera with options, and I’ve been using a Nikon Coolpix P510.  The new camera is a Coolpix P900.  This thing is off the chain, a wide-angle zoom with a 24-2000 range.  That’s like getting the forest on one end and a bug on a tree at the other!  So far, my daily pictures are just little moments, no big experiments yet.

The last light of a growing-longer day.

A volunteer lettuce, braving the cold.

A bit of down from a migrating goose, floating aloft and then trapped on a twig.

I’ve spent so much time looking at creative things, but not spending enough time doing.  This year I want to paint, something I haven’t done for years, except for watercolor.  I want to spend more time sketching.

I want to spend more time making collage.  I really love cutting and pasting things!  I love sitting in front of the images and sensing which ones call to be included.

I want to finish the altered book project my creativity group has been working on.  And maybe one of these days, I’ll build up the nerve to tackle the quilt I’ve been thinking about.

Listen, everything you do can be a creative act.  Just hanging around breathing counts.  Sometimes, the juices are flowing and you get caught up in a transcendent time of making.  Sometimes just getting up in the morning and plopping back into bed at night is a creative act if it means you’ve made it through another day.  So what are your big or tiny plans?  What will you toss into the air of this world with your name on it?