Day 1 of 365 . . . prompt word: look up
This morning I was outside taking pictures. I was looking up tree trunks (because I had a plan in mind to go with a perfectly planned blog post), but no matter where I positioned myself, the sky was completely washed out. I thought to myself, “Why can’t I just capture the fluffiness of those clouds over there that are bathed in the morning sun?” And then it hit me . . . I had decided to “look up” in the wrong place. I turned and began to capture a few images. Some I liked. Some hit the trash can. As I was standing on the edge of my lawn in my blue and green striped pyjamas and pink slippers, I happened to glance to my left. There was my next-door neighbour, Mr. M. (a retired farmer who grew up in Austria). He was looking up at the sky in the direction I was pointing my camera phone.
“What are you looking at?”
I grinned like an idiot. “Clouds!”
He looked at me like I should be committed. He shrugged his shoulders and walked away. When I captured the image I wanted, I practically skipped back into the house. I felt all tingly inside! Because I knew I had just started something amazing. I had started reconnecting with the art forms I love so much. I would be writing again. I would be capturing images with my camera again.
But most importantly, I would be falling in love with me again.