Into the lens of the camera I go when I have need of escape. Through my camera I can escape the realities of the day, week, month, year and just languish in the act of creativity. Gardening is a close second, but the winter months leave us gardeners edgy. However, with my camera I can appreciate the subtle beauty of winter.
What leaves are left on the trees are yellowed and dead. Through the lens of my camera I can breath new life into them. With my camera I can capture maybe just a “shimmer” of the beauty, the moments or the sacred. I can take those moments and save them for those rainy, dismal days when we sometimes forget there remains beauty in the world. It feeds my soul.
With my camera I can capture moments and hold them. My photographs can remind me how beautiful my Mom was, and how much she is missed. In the oasis of photography I can share. I can gift my vision to others. It than becomes like an offering of sorts. Through a photo a Granddaughter can learn what her Grandmother looked like.
The camera makes you forget you’re there. It’s not like you are hiding but you forget, you are just looking so much. Annie Leibovitz
With the lens of my camera I am free. My vision and how I choose to express that is unique to me. My life experience, my soul, so many aspects converge and through the lens I gain perspective. It is a great ONENESS that has enchanted me from the first day I picked up a camera; it was a revelation. I could disappear behind the camera and stand back and not merely observe, but CAPTURE.