I might well have referred to this image as the “Return of the Muse”. I have been quite busy with the office part of photography setting up the logistics for two workshops and have just neglected the joyful, and simple, pursuit of making images. You cannot predict when the muse will appear and in many instances it is when you least expect it.
Let me state the obvious, from a photographers perspective, that it is important to always carry a camera. I do whether I shoot or not as being prepared is a 100 percent proposition in my way of thinking. When light happens and you are without the tools, well you get the idea.
The weather has been a roller coaster here, ranging from snow and 17 degree temperatures, to nearly 70 degree highs in the span of only a few days. This mornings weather was transitional and interstitial. The kind of weather that suggests spring is coming, but it is still February and it is still winter. The kind of weather where the muse comes bearing the gifts of clouds, fog, and glorious light. The kind of weather that can transform this ordinary copse of trees into a magical composition.
The right weather, the right tools in hand, the right timing, and being at the right place brought not only a perfect start to the day but the return of the muse as well. And to think that I almost drove past this scene thinking that work was the most important pursuit of the day. Work is important but so is carving out space for these moments. Space to breath. Space to count your blessings. Space to let go and to take it all in.
Make space for yourself.
Thanks for stopping by today. RHC