Photography · Writing

Breathing Is Good

I can see right through myself.

This roll of film is basically me trying to find peace before, after, and in the midst of a hard time. I don’t know how I found myself taking so many pictures of waves, but it helped. Taking photos of my family helped too. & of course birds. Maybe every roll shows my process & I’m just now noticing it, but this one especially showcases my little pattern: I pick a place to go to, a place where nature is so dominant. Where there is no other reason to go to this place other than being outside. Letting it be so loud and prominent makes everything else in my life seems small & easier. It’s kind of like when you’re going to sleep. Your eyes are closed, and you’re thinking about everything. Morning won’t come for another 8 hours (or 6 if you’re crazy) and with your eyes closed, you see things in a different sense. A different sight. I feel like with your eyes closed, your heart is more open and life is viewed at with this new vision- one with more hope. Things seem possible and so doable. & then 8 hours later with your eyes open, you forgot what you were so optimistic about 8 hours ago. Just my experience and I have the same “eyes closed heart open” hope when I’m in nature. So, I let my heart settle in this feeling and I can breathe. Breathing is good. I focus on things that are beautiful and I remember how ‘ok’ things are regardless of what’s going on, or isn’t going on. It’s like nature hands me a mirror and says, “You are beautiful. And everything’s ok.” So, I did this many times at the end of October through the middle of November. & my camera was just there with me to help me see. These are the results.

[I only expected to write those first 5 sentences. & I’m hoping to feel okay about the rest of the sentences. Oh & I wrote a lot about nature, but Jesus is the one who ultimately helps me. He’s just so beautiful, how could I not say something?]

On another note, I admire people that are so much in the movement of life that it’s terribly hard to capture a photo of them. These kinds of people have a buzz about them & it frustrates me as a photographer, but I love it at the same time. My niece Darlene is like that. (Except in the photo where she’s hugging a tree. She hugged that tree for about ten seconds.)

I hope you enjoy ❤

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Wickenburg, AZ

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Palm Desert, CA

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H O M E

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