Shape of my Heart
Do you see a heart in the middle of this image? I kind of do, if I stretch my imagination just a bit.
I remember as a child people telling me that they saw images in the clouds in the sky. "I see a rabbit, do you? It's right over there." I never saw any pictures in the sky. I still don't.
This morning when I went through my October images. Those that spoke had a common theme; sadness. For the most part they looked blurred and somewhat abstract. Many even were entitled with words that seemed sad: Danger, Dying, Nothing Coming, Trapped, Black and Blue, Another Rainy Night, Lines and Circles....OK, Lines and Circles isn't sad, but the image was taken on a raw blustery day with Winnie the Pooh nowhere in sight.
I haven't felt particularly sad this month, but maybe the sadness is showing itself in abstraction, in deep corners. Or maybe the sadness is making its way to the outside rather than hanging on the inside. It maybe the darkness of winter approaching, or the fact that I'm not blogging enough. I don't know. I'm not very good at determining what I'm feeling unless it's overpoweringly obvious.
Please don't call the happy police...I don't wish to be anywhere but here.
I do like that my images are showing more abstract in them. Not always of course but more than a year ago. It seems that's a step or bump on the plateau(s) that naturally occur in my (and likely others) photography skills. I am doing another 365 and it is challenging me big time. Too many evenings I've come home and had no clicks in the camera and had to push to go back out or make something work in a dark house. Even so I haven't missed yet a day. Persevere on.
I snapped this image from the driver's seat of my car in a parking lot. The surprise was the heart I found later. What I don't know is whether it's saying my heart is sad, or that despite the dreary rainy day, there's something positive and love (not romantic, but internal) to be found. I guess I'll have to just wait and see.
Thanks for reading my long blah, blah, blah...but I guess when you do the PHC, you have the right to blah, blah, blah on.