Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today.
I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it.
~Groucho Marx
We went off to the lovely Beacon Fell in Lancashire yesterday. It was a lovely day, the walk was nice, very muddy and we managed to find a few sculptures along the way. My son asked me if he could have my camera and take a few pictures. Making sure he had the strap wrapped around him very tight, setting to auto and lots of ‘don’t run’ ‘remember if you squat down the camera will hit the floor’ warnings. I pretty much left him to it. It was interesting to see what he had shot when i got back. He did pretty well. I did explain to him once or twice about allowing the camera to focus on something and then keeping still otherwise it will blur. Ive chosen this as my favourite, even though i think he focused and then moved as there is no point that is sharp..but i love the composition of it and the fact that we are all in it…just a bit fuzzy..but i think it adds to it. At the start of this little path we had spoken about the difference between light and dark and i think he had listened and was trying to get the feel of going to the light.
good job son.
The other morning there was this weird orangey light. It was like the whole of outside had an instagram filter applied to it. It made me want to blink hard to try and re-configure the light, it didn’t seem right. I remember years ago when there was a massive dust storm somewhere in central Europe ( im a bit sketchy on the details!) but where we were living at the time in the south east of the UK..there was a light covering of red dust on everything and the colours around at that time reflected it. It was bizarre, like being inside one of those seaside sand shakers.
It was a nice light this morning of orange..but it felt odd…my eyes frantically sending messages to my brain along the lines of ‘the sky is supposed to be blue, this is ALL wrong!’ Our brain has its colour pallet and when things don’t quite fit into that it sort of goes into a mad scramble to sort it all out and make sense of it. The sky should be blue, the grass should be green, that fence should be brown etc etc….
I like the colour orange, its such a cheerful colour and so fantastic at autumn time, so many different types of orange just in the trees…but when the light gets involved too….
Its a little bit special…you just have to tell your eyes to go with it….
