I totally blew this "challenge" from Kat on my Journey of Inspiration. But, it's my journey and well, if I'm going to blow it, I might as well own it. This lesson was on being observant sans camera. The idea was to take a nice gentle walk and observe things that you might miss with a big 'ol camera stuck on your face. Yah.
My piano teacher used to tell me I was the master of excuses. I'm sure she was right. I am not making excuses now though. I didn't take a walk, but I did the exercise from my car instead. On Thursday morning I had to tour a bunch of houses in the community for my real estate job. It was just a quick peek and then on to the next. Sometime between house 2 and house 3 I remembered I had this "challenge" and it became forefront in my mind. It was much nicer to think about observing the world than thinking about the houses, work, and being polite to the other brokers on tour.
Anywho....geez I get off track awfully quickly.....I decided to look around my world as I drove from location to location. No camera, just noticing things I drive by often and don't give much thought to. The hay bales by the red farm, the stone wall close to the golf course, the door of the local "mom and pop", the large bay doors at the fire station, the view from the bridge. I noticed a lot. It was much more fun than what I was supposed to be doing. (I did pay attention inside the houses though.)
I have a blogger friend, Anita. I've mentioned her before. Her blog is did you bring your camera? I remember when I first found her blog, I fell in love with that title-and her amazing photos-and the advice behind it. It was saying, bring your camera everywhere. I listened to Anita. Once in a great while when I don't have my camera.....or when I'm driving and can NOT use my camera, I catch myself saying "click". I see an instance, setting, person, happening....and my brain is pushing the shutter-so much so I say click out loud. I'm seeing "a moment" to capture. And a moment is a moment, and then it has passed.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I believe Kat's premise was about slowing down and looking. It is something I'm trying to do more and more when I'm out shooting photos. Sometimes I get all excited and totally miss things. I've been trying to be consciously aware of allowing myself that little "thrill" and then stopping and sometimes sitting down for maybe 10 minutes to see what it is I missed. It does help.
Today was rather dreary and gray. I took my sweet dog Tula for a walk and then stopped at a quiet rocky beach. There's really nothing there except stones. Perfect for detailed noticing....and not an easy place to find something to "shoot".
Big and Small
I do like these shots, but you could seriously take a million photos just like these and still only be a 1/3 of the way down the shore. I am not a "rock star". So, I walked slowly and cast my eyes around for something....that wasn't a rock or stone.
BAM!! Ugly ass blue lobsterman's glove. Likely lost overboard and washed ashore. There was other lobster stuff too. Little pieces of colorful lines, small bits of metal lobster traps, a couple of buoys that someone had propped upright in a pile of stones. I guess any of those other things would have been a lovelier shot than the glove. Oh well. I sort of liked the way the twigs and vines had surrounded it. But, it is ugly.
Heart in Hand
Where there is doubt; faith. Where there is sadness; joy.
Get past the ugly blue glove and there is a nearly perfect heart stone. I'm always amazed when I find one of these, especially amongst such a large collection of rocks.
And these purple mussel shells caught my eye too. Something else to notice on a gray day amongst all the gray stones.
Even though I didn't really do this exercise correctly, I think I did it well enough to "get it". I truly did find my head on a swivel while driving all around town. I couldn't stop-all I could do was notice and wish I had my camera. I do think the exercise would be helpful for a time when inspiration is fleeting. I'll have to remember to give it a try then.
Maybe the lobsterman dropped his glove AND his plastic fork. Who knows?
Thanks for stopping by and taking a trip around my brain full of foolishness. Thanks Kat for great thought provoking lessons, on foot or on wheels.