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I’ve been working hard on a book proposal I’m pitching this weekend. Planning a marketing strategy for a release August 4, and my words are not coming easily today due to nerves. I’ve decided instead to do make each post a collection of images. Enjoy!
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I’m at my first Writers Conference today (DFW Writers Conference), trying to run head-long into a dream I’ve had since I was small.
I wrote my first poem when I was six or eight. I could barely write; my penmanship was terrible. Through the years, my grandmother would always ask, “How’s the writing?”
She taught me to love reading, love the mountains, and she made me believe that I am able.
She loved daffodils. I love daffodils. She had them planted all over her property.
It won’t be long now. Her home – the place I loved – will be sold to someone new. I’m glad I had a chance to visit once more. So many lovely places live in my memories because of her home in that little valley. I’ll miss it. I cherish the place.
It’s not quite the same without her in it these days, so I cherish the memories.
Morning Coffee on the Back Porch Sunrise over the Woodshed Somewhere in Oklahoma
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Conservatory at the Fort Worth Botanic GardensDigital images. Ugh.
For three years of my life, I was disgusted by digital cameras.
Fort Worth Botanic GardensIn college, I spent hours arguing with dark room mechanics, playing with exposure, processing, and fouling up so many images. But when I did everything correctly, I fell in love with the experience all over again. The success of the one outweighed the excess of screw ups.
I’d spend evenings and weekends wandering – looking for that particular shot: nothing specific, but something old in a new way. Anticipating gorgeousness, as it coalesced on the matte paper, as I tipped the shallow dish back and forth, washing chemicals across. I’d know then. I got “the shot.”
Japanese Botanic GardenThen came digital.
I was slow to come ‘round. The hard work of art felt cheapened by the instant gratification digital provided, the manipulation programs making it too fast, too easy.
My favorite camera broke. It wasn’t cheaper to buy a film camera anymore, and then spend all that money on processing.
I had growing babies snuggled in my arms, but it took two years of being without for the lens itch to catch up and strangle my loyalty to the 35 mm.
I bought a point and click. It didn’t satisfy the lens itch. The manual settings were a bokeh tease, but I tolerated it.
Two years went that way. It was November; the leaves were gorgeous, and I wished out loud for something more proficient capturing the memories.
Medieval Times Dallas, TexasEnter: my husband. The hero. The Nikon knight in shining armor.
Three lenses, a Nikon body, a bag to put it all in, and I professed my undying love for two lifetimes.
I spent months traipsing all over, shutter-clicking until I was gorged on creativity.
I might be a digital sell out, but I’ve collected some amazing memories in thousands of images with my cherished digital camera. (: Enjoy!
Beaver’s Bend State Park, Oklahoma Japanese Botanic Garden, Fort Worth, Texas Medieval Times, Dallas, Texas Japanese Botanic Garden, Fort Worth, Texas Conservatory at the Fort Worth Botanic Gardens Children Running After Dark, Emory, Texas