Perspective is a funny little thing.
It’s the difference between an otherwise normal day being the best ever… or the worst. Obviously, outliers exist. Days where everything really does go our way and others where we can.not.win. It can be infuriating to acknowledge the truth: no matter the day, we can always control perspective.
But friends, the blank slate of in-between days, those are gifts.
Perspective is the difference between this image above coming to fruition or not. For the last several months I’ve looked at my garden as a todo list rather than a front row seat to the complexity of life, biological cycles, and gorgeously lit time. The summer days weren’t awful, just full. At times distracting, at times intentionally focused elsewhere.
I can’t dwell on what all might have been missed. All I can do is wake up. Notice. And sometimes more forcibly interrupt the routine. Pick up the camera. There isn’t a guaranteed reward for creative action. But the excitement when something lands, makes you feel, that is magical and worth the effort. This could have been just another day I noticed a spider web, thought, “I should photograph that” then went about my day. But man, I’m grateful it wasn’t.
You may not like September
I know there’s nothing to fear. -Wayward Jane