The weather doesn’t usually bother me all that much. One of the perks of being retired is that I only have to go out if I want to.
However, after months of gray Ohio winter, I am longing for some golden morning light. Or any sunlight, for that matter. Earlier this week, I created my own summer.
But, on my daily photo exursions, the overhanging bank of gray sky seems to be pressing down on me, driving away any excitement or inspiration where my camera is concerned. I am struggling to find my way.
I still go out most days but I trudge rather than walk. My photographer’s eye is on the blink.
And yet. There have been days of icy winter sunlight. When the sky is a cold crystalline blue. Days when a building I have shot many times before transforms into something else – into a yearning monument to hope, reaching up into that endless blue, pointing the way.
Hope that spring and light and inspiration is just around the corner. That if I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, I will get there, back to myself.
Knowing that it is the daily walk through the gray that leads us to the light.
Linking with the Photo-Heart Connection, hosted by Kat Sloma