Does anyone know a cure for writer’s block? While we’re at it, how about photographer’s block? I seem to be suffering from a little bit of both lately.
I’m going to take my cue from a movie I watched this afternoon (probably for about the fourth or fifth time and still love it) Julie and Julia, the story of a woman (Amy Adams) that starts a blog and self-challenge that revolves around the recipes of Julia Child’s (Meryl Streep) recipes. Please excuse my super short synopsis but I don’t think I could give it the kind of movie review it deserves (I’m just not that good a writer), so you’ll just have to watch it if you haven’t already. Back to my blog . . . I’ve been sitting here trying to think of some sort of self-challenge . . . a photo a day . . . a weekly critique or review perhaps . . . or maybe a blog about nothing (why do I get the feeling that has already been done).
For me the hardest part is always just getting started . . . or in this case restarted. I don’t have enough fingers or toes to count on the starts and restarts over the years . . . the exercise programs, the diets, hobbies (I have a whole case of beads that I never got around to stringing, yarn earmarked to be crochet into a blanket or something). Even my blog has been started and restarted. I think I might even still have a blog or two out there (One Red Poppy is one . . . I have no idea how I came up with that name or what blog site I started it on at this point) and I even restarted this one a few times with new themes, etc.
So today’s post is nothing more than a jump start for my blog’s dead battery.
I’m calling it a fond farewell to summer . . .
Did you know Labor Day was actually created to celebrate the economic and social contributions of workers (thank you Wikipedia)? But it somehow it has transformed to mark the end of summer. But I’ve got good news for all you diehard summer lovers ~ you actually have 18 more days! Summer is not officially over until September 21, 2012! I had plenty of time to ponder this as I did actually go to work today. Not that I minded really, it was a perfectly gray and rainy day to work on a holiday. . .
Anybody remember the Brady Bunch? Better still, anybody remember the episode where Peter’s voice was changing? If you’re in need of a flashback or just have no clue what I am talking about you can check it out here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iV4hdjXJ2cw.
So what does this have to do with . . . anything? For starters, I made the title of their song from that episode the title of this post. I also, as I think I have mentioned before, have made a few changes myself. For instance, my daughter now drops me off at work instead of me dropping her off at the train, my commute to work is now about a mile rather than a couple of feet, and my dogs (and I) get a pre-dawn power walk instead of a midday stroll. Turns out I was more than ready for a change!
Okay, so in keeping with my 70’s theme, I have been tinkering with Instagram and some photos I took on this morning’s power walk. Even though all the images here were not processed with Instagram’s 1977 filter, I think most of the Instragram filters have such a groovy retro vibe.
Passing by a peaceful playground
The end of the cherry trees blossoms (glued to the sidewalk after yesterday’s rain 🙂 )
The sun making it’s grand entrance on the day.
If any of you use Instragram, you can find me at @mariadreyer. And please let me know where I can find you too! Oh and if anybody has any suggestions on how to get these Instagram photos from an iPad/iPhone to a PC without emailing them to yourself, please do share . . .
It’s time for another texture Tuesday 🙂
My favorite time of day is the early morning when everything is quiet (except for the birds chirping away) and the rising sun makes everything glow. And the best part is I get to watch this a few feet from where I work every morning, just inside my own front door.
Whoo-hoo! I found it! Well, more like I spotted it . . . a fleeting glimpse. But the most important thing is that I know it is there.
Somewhere between those first moments of waking and the last seconds of sleep. Somewhere between Elton John’s Goodbye Yellow Brick Road and the Beatles (hmm, must have been too asleep to remember the name of the song). I brushed away some of the emotional clutter and there it was. Do I dare say it? Will I jinx it if I say it out loud? Will it disappear again if I do? I can’t take that chance . . . not yet. I’ll just let what I know, what I felt, guide my day. A happier one it will be for sure.
And so my day began. As I was jotting down the above story in my journal, I looked up and saw this morning’s magnificent pink sky out the door. I hesitated (it was early and I don’t think the coffee had quite kicked in yet) and then I quick went to get my camera. And in my fumbling of whether or not to put it on the tripod or take my chances handheld, run outside in my PJ’s or shoot from right where I was, and the dreaded do I check the settings or just go for broke, I got exactly three shots off before the pink began to fade. By the time I returned to my desk and took another sip of my coffee a few moments later, the show was over and gray clouds had settled in.
But just like my discovery before I ever rolled out of bed this morning, I knew what I saw, even if just for a moment; and it will always be there . . . whether it is hiding behind some gray clouds or out-shined by the morning sun.