Recently, however, I figured out that that rule of practicing every day could apply to something I WAS passionate about, something I wanted to get better at. Three years ago, I committed to take at least one photo every day. Some days are harder than others. Today, for example, it’s cold and snowy outdoors and I don’t want to get out. That’s really when I get the most creative: when I don’t want to, when everything seems the same, when I get to the end of the day and still haven’t gotten a picture. That’s when I have to look more closely, look with new eyes at the same old things.
I stepped out on the porch and there it was, that drain pipe I ignore every day. No special thing. And yet, dressed differently, quite elegant.
A year and a half ago we moved to Colorado. Before we left an area of the country that gets very little snow, we were constantly asked how we thought we’d like the winters. I’m happy – and maybe smug – to say we are enjoying the four seasons. Yes, even the snow and the cold. But the folks back home don’t seem satisfied. Whenever we get a really cold snap with lots of snow, I get inquiries: “Are you ready to move back?”
Last week, as I was driving through downtown, I saw this statue. It’s a statue I fell in love with the first time I saw it. That was back in the warm summer and two little girls stood before it striking ballet poses. Now the statue was iced with snow. I stopped and, with the only camera I had, took a picture with my phone. It was perfect. It said what I wanted to say.
Now when someone asks how I like winter or if I’m ready to move back to a warmer climate, I can simply send them this picture.