I sat outside yesterday, determined to take advantage of the sunny evening, quiet time, and chair on the back deck calling my name.
The month before I finally bought my camera, I visited a photography shop in Seattle. “What kind of photos do you take?” asked the mohawked guy behind the counter, the videographer who shoots promotional shots for Nikon commercials.
“Mostly colors,” I replied with a blush. “And dog noses.”
I’m struggling with this series of pictures. I want to make them less yellow, less saturated, less overwhelming, but the evening was all of that – overwhelming, saturated, yellow because of the sunlight glinting off the green-ness. I constantly fought the urge to look away, read a book, write in my journal… something, anything to avoid the thing that brought me out there.
Oh, wait, that was my grumpy mood. Very, very grumpy. It lasted all day and into the night, until I finally gave up and came to bed. I can’t seem to shake it, despite my best efforts: talking to my mom, shopping for supplies for a new project, sitting outside, flipping through Domino, writing in my journal.
Even getting to live in this place hasn’t worked, so something must be up. I’m off to read Destuckification 101.