Petite wet-snow blizzard Friday afternoon. It was like shooting in the rain.
I’ve driven over this little overpass a few zillion times in my life, but it never occurred to me to stop until I caught a glimpse of it in the storm on Friday.
Just when we think our lives are settled and predictable, circumstances can change abruptly, rocketing our complacent selves into a whole new narrative. That doesn’t mean bad things are happening in Wabi Sabi land, but an unexpected turn of events has switched us all onto a wildly different track. I put aside my camera for a while, something I haven’t done in years, but I’m thinking it’s maybe safe to quietly exhale now. Even new narratives should yield a little creative space.
Hmmm…maybe I should buy a new lens. Major metaphoric statement, yes?