Dear Diary,When I first got my camera, I was so in love with it. I carried it everywhere. I was like a shed[pa. I bought big bags so I could carry lenses. I kept looking out for the light. I just loved it. Then I got used to it. I shot nearly everything I did at one point or another and then I moved away from it because I was not getting a lot better. Then came my phone and iphoneography and all those aps for making things more lovely, but less real. Still I play with them.
Lately though I have been forgetting to take pictures, forgetting to document the mundane, but the somehow pretty. I have been forgetting about the blog sometimes. This used to be a place where I told what was on my mind, a place I retreated to. The truth is, as my children have grown, I seem to need less of that. I will however start to try to get better with my photography and to remember that this blog is a place for story, a place for pretty. I have really enjoyed our guest writers Diane Krys, Lorna Davis, and Catherine Bussiere. Lorna keeps tabs on what is happening at the studio and shares it here. Catherine and Diane each have their own perspectives, and share a little of their creative lives with us.
I still love my blog. In fact I am right now taking a blogging course online. It cannot hurt , I thought to hear what someone fresh has to say about blogging. I still love it but I am changing a bit, and this blog is changing with me. I am thinking less and being more I guess so my ramblings may be a bit less ponderous than they were a few years ago. My children are now a young man, and a sixteen year old daughter. For years when I wrote here I was “escaping” with a few moments to myself. I find now I rarely want to escape them, it is the other way around, it is them, “getting out of the house.” They have become interesting young people and I love to be around them and their friends. Now when I write here it is more about the day to day in the studio, a little about my life, or my perspective.
I am thinking about a re deisgn of the blog but am not quite sure yet how I might do that so perhaps I just need to wait . One thing I know is that a blog is areal thing. As long as I tell the truth here, it will be an evolving place, because that is what my life is. It changes. It ebbs and flows. So the blog will ebb and flow and it will be what it will be. Que sera…Que Sera my mother would sing as she danced around the kitchen ignoring one or two of us, depending. She was what she was , she knew it and accepted it. So as this blog grows and changes, it is only because I can’t stop the motion…que sera , sera, it is sweet and fine, and let me thankful I have you to talk to.