Facing My Path | Foggy Day Photography

It was just a quick drive down the road. But it was different this time. I was being filled with life, through the click of a shutter. And there in a click, I found it. My path…

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Lost In The Open – Limited Edition Artwork

I had been feeling like that tree for a while. Lost in a fog and alone out in the open. I could see the path to take but it was a long one. And though I was so very close to it,

I felt so very far, from this path I was longing to set out on.
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Lately though, I have decided to stop letting my fears of the unknown hold me back. Leave the perfectionist in me behind. I want to walk the path. Mud, fog, being caught- lost and in the open. It matters not, come what may.

It is time to start my journey.
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Pine In A Line – Limited Edition Artwork

I am the one who feels too much. Constantly touching and openly staring in wonderment at all that I see. It is all too beautiful.

For me sharing what I feel so connected to is terrifying. My photography is a joy that I can’t bear to be crushed. But why let it?

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It can still be my joy, even if others can’t find it. My connection shouldn’t be weakened if others tread on it.

This is an area in me I am ready to strenghten.

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Some walk blindly through the world, not seeing or understanding the beauty and light that surrounds them. I have always seen it. But been too shy to share it.

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A simple building, wheathered and decaying. Chairs sitting so perfectly aligned. I can feel the care the owner takes to set them so. I can see where they took the time, which was likely all they had, to keep the store front tidy and kept.

These details call to me and I often let them pass. For fear of being judged? For fear of what the second it would take to capture would make the ones with me feel?

Well now I am jumping into those fears. Because these other feelings building up are worse. I no longer want to be setting still, in a field of fog, looking ahead at the path I dream about.

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I am challenging myself to take and share my photos. All the ones I love. Whether I feel others will care for them or not. If I have a feeling toward them, I want to draw on that more. Pull it out farther.

And using this I want to connect with others, who are also drawn to the odd beauty of this world.