the briefest of a glimpse, the promise of spring…
the daily shutter
Sometimes you find yourself at the start of the path you must walk. Tentative you glance around to check out another route, there isn’t one. There isn’t a different option, this is your journey and standing at this point where you can’t quite glimpse what awaits you, you stop and wonder, hoping and imagining that the next few steps will not bring the nagging fear at the back of your mind into a reality.
For whatever it is that lies there, the stark and cold truth is that there is no way out and you have to, you must take those steps. Those steps are part of your story. The pain a fire, that burns, raging through the dead leaves, the dry grass. Then abating and leaving behind the fresh shoots of hope, a new spring.
So many times, those fears, when you turn are not the snarling, angry, all consuming mess you are expecting..and sometimes..well..well.. sometimes..
they. just. are.
the daily shutter…
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
The daily shutter…
Yesterday on our way back from Beacon fell we stopped a small little hillside farm and picked up some eggs. We stopped just on the driveway, it was nearly dusk but in a little old rabbit hutch by the entrance gate was a box of the most fabulous fresh eggs. There was a small sign by the eggs saying £2.00 for a dozen. Next to the sign was a small money box, held shut by a tape. There were only 6 eggs left..but i popped in £2 anyway. Can you imagine how much SUCH fresh eggs would cost in a supermarket?!
It gave me a bit of a warm glow as we drove away, waving at the farmer who, in the dusk, must have been finishing up for the day. Good that we had an incredible accompaniment to our already planned chippy chips for our tea….that we had given our money DIRECTLY to the farmer and not have some faceless multinational skimming off the top…that in this country there are still places where someone can leave an honesty box outside and totally expect it to be there with all its money when the go and fetch it in at the end of the day.
There was more to those eggs than just eggs….and it was a good feeling..
The daily shutter
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.
