When I moved two years ago, I really did think that I’d be getting away from “Windy-peg.” Apparently, not so. All morning I’ve been thinking to myself that it sure is windy outside. So I looked into the weather forecast. Lo and behold, a wind warning was issued a mere sixty minutes ago:
WIND GUSTS UP TO 100 KM/H TODAY.
IN THE WAKE OF A COLD FRONT THAT CROSSED SOUTHERN SASKATCHEWAN OVERNIGHT, STRONG NORTHWEST WINDS ARE OCCURRING. AT 10:00 AM CST SUSTAINED WINDS ARE 50 TO 60 KM/H OVER MUCH OF SOUTHERN SASKATCHEWAN, AND GUSTS TO 90 KM/H ARE BEING REPORTED IN EASTERN ALBERTA. THESE GUSTS ARE EXPECTED TO SPREAD INTO SOUTHERN SASKATCHEWAN THROUGHOUT THE AFTERNOON. WINDS WILL ABATE THIS EVENING.
Don’t you just love how they always put everything in capital letters? I think they have to — to be heard above the wind and all.
It was possibly the last nice Saturday of the year. It was decided that a photo safari disguised as a walk along the creek would be perfectly appropriate. Not that one couldn’t venture out on a balmy minus 30 degree afternoon with light flurries for some photo ops. An hour and a half later, a mere dozen photos to show for the travels. You’ll notice I venture from still life into the realm of animals; a dog and some muskrat made the cut, geese were left unpublished. One day I may actually tackle people. (view photos)
So I ponder, why still life and not people? I self-analyse. A few short moments of introspection reveals what you have already been cognisant of: I adapt to my environment. I put others before myself.
I misspoke a line during a wedding toast recently. I said ‘she puts herself before others.’ The truth is, she does. She takes care of herself so that she can take care of others. I do not quite have that balance figured out yet. It was perhaps the best misspeak I have uttered.
How does that affect my photography? I adapt to my subject. And it is easier for me to manipulate the composition of a photo when void of a human subject. People add a complexity that I do not think I am ready to tackle just yet.
With snow being forecast for tomorrow, I find myself yearning for a lazy summer afternoon of laying on the grass staring at cotton-ball clouds float merrily past. The sort where staring at the clouds turns into daydreams.
Then again, I’ve been having enough daydreams of my own lately — just not the sort found on summer afternoons. More of a working out of all sorts of issues. I am guessing this results from months of being far too busy turning into merely just sort of too busy. With some “extra” time on my hands, I now have the opportunity to process life. Unfortunately, it does not often take a linear approach.
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