Another month has slipped by. Time marches on and on. Something I enjoy about photography, especially when I'm taking images every day, I can remember a day, mood, event, place, people, etc. Even if all of the above are not IN the photos, the bunch of images triggers a moment in time like making it stand still.
Railroad Reflections 254/365
I believe a photo that connects with the heart, may not necessarily be a reminder of a moment that was happy, sweet, or sentimental. The time may not have been filled with great beauty, melancholy, insight or one that bordered perfection. There are times when I read blogs and wonder how some one's life can be so dynamic, joyful; so Martha Stewart. Picnics under sparkly lights with perfect posies on the table? I'm skeptical.
Coffee spills, the gutters need cleaning, work aggravates, there are too many chores and too few hours to complete them; the cat box needs changing-again. That ain't no Martha Stewart-unless it's Martha in jail.
This image touches my heart because it was a crappy day. Emotionally tough and draining, grey drab skies, cold and raw (see those red fingers?) and it was 7:10 p.m. I had no clue or desire to go get something for the 365, but.....
As you can see from my header, RR tracks are something I visit periodically. Sometimes there's graffiti. There's dirt and trash and at some point last fall I became aware RR tracks are one of the places I choose when faced with a difficult mood.
After the Amtrak went whizzing by (I did get a great shot of that), I noted an old RR tie sticking out of the banking making a good place to balance my camera. I took a snap. When checking the viewfinder for clarity and such I saw the reflection and inspiration started. I took a bunch more with longer lines, facing front and back, but it was this first one that had the best focus and feel. Funny how that happens-that the most spontaneous image is better than others I take trying to enhance the quality.
A bonus thing happened along with this shot I'm quite pleased with. I took a bunch of selfies and realized those jeans are just too damn big to be acceptable anymore. I've been cinching them with a belt, but that no longer will get me by. The new eating habits and dieting are paying off. Yay me, but I totally miss ice cream. It's been 7 months.
Thanks for checking in with my PHC moment. The words take up more space than the pic. Houston, we have a problem.