I took these colourful abstract images at our local skate park. They are all images of a small hand-rail that skateboarders grind down as one of their tricks. When they do, they leave behind a tiny shard of their skateboard paint behind…and overtime the colours have built up…vivid pinks, blues and yellows…
When all seen together they look like abstract paintings – like mine, full of texture and colour. Maybe that is what attracted me to them?
I also like that the skate boarders leave a mark long after they go, not an obvious mark like a tag or unwanted graffiti, but a subtle un-intentional calling card, saying we were here. We brought colour and life here, on our fast moving wheels and with our daredevil tricks.
Creativity ebbs and flows, it shifts and moves. Sometimes you think you have none left. Not a single idea. Writers call it “writer’s block”. That frustrating space when nothing seems new, a blank page seems daunting, ideas seem stupid, and life seems to takeover – days go by and you realise that the most creative thing you have done is write a grocery list…
Then after a pause, creativity flows again. I used to worry that my creativity had “gone” somewhere – possibly never to return again, but now I know that these pauses are just that – pauses…
I now trust that I will burst forth again after a period of creative down time…with renewed spirit, fresh plans, ideas and new creative thoughts. Like the spring roses that follow winters bare branches, we too have to trust that we will burst into inspired creativeness again.
Roses in my garden today – enjoy!
Familiar sights are reassuring. They give us a sense of home, of belonging. But sometimes they become taken for granted, and are not appreciated for their beauty because the scene has become so common to us. Perhaps Parisian’s feel that way about the Eiffel tower also? Because of this nonchalance, we may long for fresh views, new sights, and different experiences. But sometimes we just need to step back and the see the same thing with fresh eyes. We can think about the familiar sights and how they might seem to a person who has not seen them before or recall how we feel when we have been away, look from a different perspective or view point, or instead of looking, use other senses…there are a million ways we can encounter the familiar in an an familiar way and experience our familiar landscape again for the first time.
It’s one of those days – just before summer really hits, but enough of a tempter to make you impatient for its full arrival. It’s the kind of day when you wash all your sheets and hang them on the line to dry in the sun…sparkly white and sun breezy sheets. It’s the kind of day where you fling open the windows and let the last of winter gloom escape and let the late spring/early summer blossom scented air in.
Fresh flowers just add to the promise of summer feel.
Roll on summer…may the days be endlessly sunny, the raspberries be sweet, the strawberries plentiful and the days long.
Sometimes you get unexpected surprises in your photography. In life, also. We must always be open to the joy (and sometimes shock) that can accompany surprises. In photography it means being open to taking chances on shots that might or might not work as we expect or hope. In life it means not being too rigid in our plans and ideas, not being too set in our ways, never saying “never”…We have to leave space in our life to be surprised, to expect the unexpected, to invite a little chaos, uncertainty and unpredictability in…because it feeds our fire.