I am usually happy with most of my photos but I have struggled with my “stuff” since I started using my pops FujiFilm FinePix S700. Added to the learning curve of an unfamiliar camera is a few more health issues within the Family. My mother-in-law has been sick and has been hospitalized for several days now. It just keeps getting better and better I tell you.
As I make small but important times of quite, I also try to squeeze in a few shots here and there as well. As I look through my stuff and gather a few to post I have made the following observations:(1) I have less to choose from since my time has been limited and I take just a hand full of shots each time. (2) They are not very good and (3) I am o.k. with that. We do not always get what we want but I have learned to enjoy what I have been given, within the space and time I have, and to find the joy in it. It really is good enough.



Hi John, This is a message everyone should come to in their lives… our imaginations of what we would like to do…what we think we can do… can all but keep us from doing what is right in front of us. So often people tell me they can’t draw… but what is really at fault is not that they can’t draw but that they can’t draw what they have conceived in their minds it SHOULD look like. In order to enjoy drawing one must not worry about what is on the page, but what happens as you are doing it. There is a tactile feeling when the brain, heart and hand all flow together. That joy must be felt in order to learn how to draw! In order to learn how to live (and that’s no easy task these days) one must come to that place of peace where we are not so involved emotionally with what SHOULD, COULD, WOULD, be there… but in the process of traveling the path… seeing where it will lead.
I have to tell you, that that photo of the thistle is fantastic for someone like me….it’s got all the detail I’d need to do a drawing…. so it depends on what you want to use them for really.
I agree with you on so many levels here: Even if we succeed, as an artist or whatever we lay our hand to do, there is always a thirst for something “else” at the end of the journey.It is never quenched if simply reaching the end is all we strive for. Yet when we enjoy the journey, find joy in the not so pleasant parts as well as the good, we arrive satisfied.
Thanks always for your thoughtful comments.
That old buggy man… shudda, woulda, coulda…. 🙂