Sometimes the pleasures of going to the beach or to amusement parks don’t seem to have changed since the 50s or 60s. This snapshot I took earlier this week in central British Columbia looks just like the pictures my parents took thirty years ago, of our family outings by the waters in southern Ontario.
Now that I’ve been thinking about photographic communities and thinking about themes, when I went back to look over some of the pictures for the month of April, I noticed that some of them were linked by a common thread: that is, shadows and light. I think when I was snapping away, in the back of my mind I was influenced by a group I saw on EyeEm, called Shadows and Light.
Here is my first recap in a long long time, then:
Something like this every weekend.
One, maybe the best, of the reasons I love slow mornings where we are not rushing to get ready for work/school.
I don’t know if it’s the influence of Mary Oliver’s poetry, but I’ve been thinking lately that when it boils down to it, what’s important in life is very very simple.
It’s just a matter of taking time out in our daily lives to take stock of what we have and what we do and gleaning the extra from the necessities, and then honestly looking at the necessities to figure out what’s really important.
No matter what comes or happens every day, there are 2 absolutely solid, simple realities and basics of who and what I am these past few years:
I’m not only defined by my relationship with these two and being loved in return – there is more to me, to women, and to individuals, than being known only in relation to another person – but without them, I would be a much different person than I am today.
I forgot to take a pic today but I did take a video, so I have a passable still from the clip of his vast amusement at dinner over a Quebecois musical artist I was trying out for the first time. Bad bad timing, mom. Dinner was delayed for a while but at least there was a lot of laughter.
I missed out le Petit’s first sledding experience of the year last week because I was ensconced at the public library reading about place and consumption.
So it was great to be able to go out today to a local park, just a walk away from our house, with a number of slopes that were really well suited for our crazy carpet. At first we were the only ones, but within an hour, there were 10 or so teenagers and later a few younger kids all out doing the same thing: enjoying sliding down the soft white snow on a perfect winter’s day.
Today fulfilled the meaning of winter holiday for me.
Autumn is my favorite season of the year and now that season is turning. We definitely felt the shift this morning as light snow fell over our city on the morning walk to work.
Some people feel sad when fall turns to winter. Yes, there is a sense of ending, of starkness, but there is a lot of beauty, too.
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