Inspired by the rain.

I love how the air smells after a good rain.  Clean and crisp.  I love how after the rain colors seem brighter and the trees and grass are full of the sparkle of raindrops.   It rained all night, and this morning the sun was shining.  I was inspired.

Update.

These are some of my favorite pictures since my last post.  I'd love to know what you think.

New Photo Project

So, I have started a new photography project.  It's called Picture the Holidays, and it's aimed at keeping some joy and delight in the holidays, and not allowing the insanity to take over.  I get a prompt each day to take a photograph.  I have been particularly bad at taking pictures on a regular basis lately, and so this works to get me back behind my camera every day too.

Today's prompt is titled Holding onto Gratitude.  Basically, think about all the things that you are grateful for, and take a picture of one of them.

This is my picture:

I'm grateful for a year that has taught me the difference that a change in perspective can make. Be it in my thinking patterns, or my photography, a change in perspective can result in a unique, fresh view of the world.

Visiting the apple orchards.

We went up to Oak Glenn this week-end for some apple picking.  I have to confess we didn't pick many apples, but we pressed our own apple juice.  And played in the pumpkin patch. And wondered the raspberry patch.  It was fun, and we all got a little sun.  

Jewels in the morning.

I woke this morning to a gentle rain.  Wonderful.  The kids and I decided it was gentle enough that a walk to school was in order.  I love to walk in the rain.  All the trees, flowers and leaves glisten in the light, and we walked passed the most perfect spider's web, resplendent with rain drops.  When we got home, I picked up my camera and went on a treasure hunt.

   

Butterflies

My new favourite subject to photograph is butterflies.  I think partly because they are so elusive.  Just managing to get close enough, focus, and take the picture without them fluttering away seems like a victory all in itself.  

I was going to title this blog "Showing up."  Sometimes just showing up is a challenge for me.  Some days I feel like crawling back into bed, pulling the covers over, and hibernating.  Every time I managed to get close enough to a butterfly to get a picture, it was completely unplanned.  I don't know where butterflies are going to be.  But I was there, with my camera, when they were.  On the days when I got out of bed and decided to show up, there was something spectacular to photograph.  Something that made the effort worthwhile.  And that makes it easier to get up the next day, and then the next.  

A New Perspective

I love flying.  I really do.  I feel like a kid when the engines fire up and the burst of speed required to get us airborne pushes me back into my seat. And I love watching the world beneath us.  Merely an observer for just a while.  Not involved in the day-to-day activities of the people going about their business below us.  It gives me a different perspective on the world, and my part in it.

We flew back from our vacation in Maui two weeks ago, and we took the red-eye.  I cannot sleep on an airplane.  Just can't do it.  So I read, or listen to music, or just close my eyes and drift.  I had my little girl asleep on my lap, so I watched her sleep.  And I waited for the sun to rise.  The sky turned from a pitch black to a navy blue.  That was the first hint of the sun's impending appearance.  I was sitting on the aisle seat, two seats away from the window.  I watched the sun rise.  It was gorgeous.  

I had to lean across the kids to take pictures, but I wanted to capture the view as I saw it.  At first, it was just the wing of the plane, and the clouds.  Then Catalina Island appeared, and the west coast of California.  The Los Angeles harbour.  Cities, towns and neighbourhoods beneath us.  It's quite surreal.  Seeing the city but not being a part of it.  Seeing the endless streets and neighbourhoods sprawling into the distance. So many people.  Every life important, every story unique, every soul valuable.  And I'm one of them.  One of millions, but important to my Maker.  One of millions, but with a purpose.  With my own story, my own reason for being here.  Even among the sprawl of the city that seems to stretch on forever, He knows me.  He knows where I am, and what I'm doing and He cares.  And I'm reminded how big my God is.