Welcome to Moments Photography by Sandy's blog about photography and creativity. Always on the prowl for ways to keep learning, trying, inventing and shooting pictures. I will share my adventures, addictions, and antics below. Come visit often and share what you will. Live abundantly, giving, sharing and loving. . .
Life is a gift. And you as a person is the package. I think each person determines what the packaging of this gift is like by how they act. Some people appear to be like baking soda and vinegar in an overflowing bottle of continuous out spilling of a mess kind of package. Others are tightly taped up, relatively perfect and appearing untouched by the world, never really showing what is inside. I'd like to think that my package is somewhere between these two, but more like a Christmas present. It's wrapped in paper that is imperfectly taped to cover perfectly all that can only be seen if I allow myself to be given. You look at the package guessing what's inside but not really knowing until it is open. And even then, it takes time to truly appreciate what's in the package. Life is like that too. Life is given to us and we look at it like a package thinking about what we might want it to be on the inside. Sometimes there is a feeling of anticipation. Sometimes we might be thinking about what we need to give back. Always I hope that the unfolding brings what you want, need or don't know you need so that you can become more fully you as the layers of your packaging changes with time.
To be inspired is to be "breathed into" or "communicated by divine or supernatural power" (Online Etymology Dictionary). Although I don't have the direct reference for the the title of this blog, I know I found it online as well while searching for meaning and direction of thoughts and songwriting. Logically it stands to reason, as well. Within this vessel called a body is the eternal soul and a living spirit. If you have learned discernment for the thoughts that run through, spirit or divine communication is happening. It's always a quiet voice. On this occasion it spoke with gentle prodding to try darker images. Below is the result. I used techniques learned from reading the photography books by Bryan Peterson. One such skill is to take the light reading to the side of the sun and ignore the camera's meter after you reposition. I set the speed on 250 to freeze action, the aperature was f32 so that I could stay at the low ISO 200. The low ISO and f32 allowed for the depth in color. With my finger freezing the focus just to the side of the sun I moved slightly to the right pushing the shutter down as the sun came into view while also closing my eye. When you shoot into the sun it is important to protect your vision by squinting and/ or closing your eye when the sun comes in view of the lens. Note the sacred geometry in the snowflakes to the right. You might think it is the sunbeam, and they might be. I cropped the first image to show that the typical green dots from a sunbeam on the left. The last image was cropped to show the rainbow around two of the geometric shapes and one that is completely a rainbow of light. I hope this inspires your awe and compassion as you journey along life's trails.
This image has a better composition. It's like looking down a rabbit hole of light.
The new order of light. Everything's going to turn out alright. Choose the light.
In the south, where I live, snow is cause for celebration. So what do we do when it snows? We stay home. Schools are cancelled. Work will send people home because if it sticks to the roads, no one will get home. We don't have the infrastructure to deal with snow on the roads. We don't have snow often enough to need it. I love it because we get to play and then it goes away.
This day's snow was especially fun because it was a wet snow. The perfect snow for making snow persons: one snowman and one snowwoman.
In the south, women dress their finest on special occasions. Today was that day. With buttons for eyes (make-up implied), a guitar pick for her nose and of course, pearls. She is a southern woman of snow.
You can see the ice mixed with snow. That is usually how we get snow. It is rain first and then it turns to snow. And that is why it is really important to stay home. The rain makes for black ice under the white stuff. Even for drivers like myself who have experience driving in the snow, this snow gives you little to scrunch. And truly, there aren't many things in life that can't take a one day later arrival date. No matter what it is, stop, take a break, play in the snow and resume whatever it is ... tomorrow.
So here I am, with umbrella in hand to protect my camera (image by guest photographer, Jennifer Caulder) taking the pictures that follow this one.
And then there are the dogs...from white to brown! Good thing I made them a place to stay warm and dry. (See my post entitled Working with Wood). I can't bring them inside yet because they are both rescued dogs. One is too shy. One is too wild. Having been with me now for 10 months, we have made large progress and I do enjoy their company. But my goodness, they have fun running the fence but what a mess this is!
Inflexible is the first word that comes to mind when I think of working with wood. If your building a structure, which has consumed my time, that inflexibility is what gives your building strength. You want to put up a wall and it stays up. But in order for this to endure over time, another concept of square is extremely important. Not only will your door or window not open and close easily if not built on a square but over time the structure will become lopsided due to the effects of gravity. Now this might not be as evident if the structure only has posts and a few walls as the beginning space of my latest learning experience. I've been visualizing this lean-to as a shed for years. And fortunately it is close enough to square to work. I'm told it's only an eighth of an inch off. Good enough for me so I began.
This image looks like a clean start. Oh, but the work that happened before this image took many days. All the items collected within had to be moved into the yard and placed under tarps. The carpet that was put upon the ground to deter plant growth was removed. Dirt and rocks were added to fill in low lying spots, and compacted. And at this point a frame of cement pavers and wood have been place to begin the process of making a cement floor. The floor consisted of 22 fifty pounds bags of quick cement dumped over some fencing I secured to the ground with stakes during the fourth week in October. It is now three weeks later. I'd love to have a complete "after picture" but that is not possible. I did reach my goal and made an area for my two dogs and a cat to hang out and be dry and warm. I needed this in place before Thanksgiving. It is ready for them.
This image is the same view as above. When it is complete there will be a hanging barn door in the middle.
West facing. The lawn mower goes in and out these doors.
East facing side of the She Shed.
This is a look inside the left door. On the far end is the dog door. I had to put an old chair under it because it was up so high. The blue pillow is on a pallet that was raised so one dog could sleep up high. It also provides a space for a dog to get under it as one likes to do when there is a thunder storm. An additional pallet is on the floor with a cushion. Along with the dog house that is outside there are 4 places to sleep for the two dogs. On the top shelf is a place for the cat. I made shelves up high so he could walk around and not have to hang out with the dogs.
Here is a picture of the doors made for two thirds of the walls and one picture with part of the framing that had to be made. The man pictured is my neighbor whose experience, helping hand and tools were invaluable! And the mess in the yard.
Oddly enough when you add the word less to a word it can mean more. Maybe it's the two negatives make a positive rule. Like this: add less to limit and you have limitless. I love the possibilities of limitless. When I look up on a clear, dark night, I can feel the lack of limits. Or when looking at the horizon of the ocean, my limits are less. Limitless is how many two-year-old children act. They do whatever fuels their brain. Jump off a couch? Sure. Run full speed. No reason not to. But as adults, we put many limits on ourselves. Some are taught. I hear people ask me my age when I tell them I'm working on recording my music. Or, gee that's nice, what are you going to do with it? Huh?! Well, I'm not going to answer that directly. We will just see how it all evolves. American Songwriter, the magazine sent me a t-shirt when I subscribed that has printed on it: Don't Let the Music Die In You. I took it literally. And have been working my way towards that end for awhile.
This image of me is by my good friend and professional photographer, Linda Williams taken at the Recovery Shack. It's a place where much music has been made over the years. Music is limitless. Consider the many types, Consider the fact that there are only 7 notes. No limits - limitless and countless makings of music with only seven notes. Who would think? And really that's all it comes down to is thinking. If you think and follow through, you too can be limitless. Or mostly so, I have found some limits, not with learning music but in building with wood. I actually found that I had limits. You can learn a lot about yourself when you hit a limit. I learned to walk away and come back with a different plan. Sometimes the plan is to have someone else do it. That works too.