Monday, March 07, 2011

Being a Photographer.

I posted this on my photography blog, but since it's about struggling for words it's a pretty good description on why my posts have been lacking here. Moving has been hard.

The words haven’t been coming to me easily for awhile. It may be the move, the long winter, the new speed of daily life, the lull in photo sessions, the homesickness for a home of where I’m not even sure anymore, or the desire to get out and see more than what’s around me. Whatever the cause, I’ve felt myself drifting further away from being alive. The kind of alive where you’re excited for the day and beyond stoked about the things you’re doing, creating, imagining, living. I now find myself struggling for words, in a simple reflection of how I feel. If I feel uprooted in the new place I live, if I’m discourage that I’m not overwhelmed with clients, if there’s been snow outside consistently for the past month and I don’t even want to go outside anymore, what do I write about?
Instead of losing inspiration and dwelling on the things that I think are wrong, I push myself to do the opposite. In the whole scheme of life and the different adventures that are inevitably taken, the rush of events and the unstoppable passing of time, I as a photographer have the gift to do one thing: find the beauty, joy, peace, and meaning in a single moment and freeze it. I make time stop, for less than one second. I capture it, and it’s mine. It may be the intimacy of two people in love, the joyous welcoming of a new life, the precious moments shared between a family, or simply taking a step back from my life to see how wonderful it really is and capturing a piece of it… in this case the most important piece of it. The piece that is a person whose love I may never have the ability to understand, and who believes in me with everything he has. It’s those things that remind me of why I chose to write this as the story of my life. This is what I do, and I love it. I’m a photographer, and that’s inspiration enough.
from here.

6 comments:

ruthy ann said...

i feel you...although I'm excited about my new location...it's been months, and I'm still trying to get "connected," find good friendships, and feel "settled." Uprooting is difficult...patience is harder.

jes [a mountain bride] said...

awww - I miss you round here.

wish you could photograph our lil one...she's coming this week :-)

Anonymous said...

Great photos.

Nell said...

It's tough when you feel disconnected with what's happening around you, but your words are inspirational. Having that one person who believes in you and keeps you going through the tough times as well as being a companion during the fun times is the most wonderful gift.
I hope the sun starts shining for you soon - everything seems better in the sun. Lots of love xxx

Cori Jessy - August and After said...

Thanks ladies, it always helps to hear encouraging words.

:)

tabitha jane said...

this was how i felt moving across the country too. i knew no one, i had no reason to get out of bed, i didn't have anything to fill my hours with . . . i missed my friends and family and the familiar TERRIBLY.

and now, 4 years later, i've made a life for myself here. i am incredibly busy. i still miss my family and friends and the familiarity of the PNW, but i've found life here too . . . and now we have to leave it all again. in 6 months we'll be packing up and driving across the country. again.

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