Tag Archives: photography

More than just a photograph

25 Jun

There’s this beautiful, simple photo that hangs in my office conference room; it’s just a rock wall with the most lovely display of wildflowers growing behind. Adding to the atmosphere of the room, I love that the designer thought to paint the room in a calming orange.

While waiting for a meeting to start yesterday morning, I stared at this photo and found myself wondering about the story behind it and the photographer. How did the photographer find this beautiful spot – did they grow up with this scenery in their backyard? Go out walking and happen upon it? Find it during a romantic get-away with that special someone? Or was the photographer trying to focus their lens and this was a convenient spot?

What about this spot itself? How many people have walked by and never noticed the beauty? Never  stopped to smell the flowers or soak in the sun’s rays while sitting on the little wall? Is this anyone’s special place? What event’s has the wall and flowers seen – love? Heartache? Proposals? Photo shoots? Those feeling lost or helpless? Those who are weary and needed a safe place to sit?

And then I wondered about what’s behind the photographer, opposite the wall and wildflowers. A matching wall, maybe? A field with sheep and goats? A street filled with Mom and Pop shops? A rock cliff leading down to the ocean? A country cottage?

What if there photographer’s real purpose for being in this spot was what was behind him or her when this photo was taken, and they just happened to turn around to see the wildflowers dancing in the wind and enjoying the sunshine on their happy faces?

When I picture my happy place, my  sanctuary from my troubles and worries, it looks a lot like this photo. As crazy as it sounds, I wish I could jump into this photo and sit on the wall for a few hours. I want to have the aroma of the wildflowers fill my senses and have the sun warm my skin. I want to watch people watch or maybe lay down and read a book.

I’m curious to know, what do you think about when you see this photo? What emotions does it stir in your heart? Do you want to visit the wall with me?!

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A Season of Love, Laughter and snow

23 Feb

It’s funny how words can have so many different meanings. Season for example, could mean “what’s the weather like” or “what phase of life are you in?”

For this week’s photo challenge, we were asked to share a photo that exemplifies season. I found a photo that captures both the weather and my life, I’m just that good!

Right now where I live in mid-west USA we are experiencing winter. I really can’t complain that much though, Old Man Winter just found us last week and the 8 inches of snow he dumped on us melted three days later. We had one or two days of flurries in November, 50 degrees and green grass on Christmas day and in January there were days I left work and didn’t bother to put my coat on. I hope we are almost done with winter though, I’m ready for shorts and sandals.

On the flip side of the season’s coin, my life has entered a new season. Scott and I are no longer in a long distance relationship, THANK GOODNESS! For the first time, we are living in the same place! It has been exciting coming home after work and finding him there! And learning new things about each other. It’s so wonderful to have him here every single day! I have never felt so happy and full of possibilities. We are also excited because we’ll soon be looking for our own place and traveling to see his family in Chicago in the coming months for his sister’s wedding! So many exciting things in store – I have a feeling it’s only going to get better from here!

A couple laughing in the snow

Photo credit: Photography By Constance

Wordless Wednesday – 2/17/16

17 Feb

Old Man winter finally found us….  

  

Wordless Wednesday – 12/9/15

9 Dec

Breath-taking sunset from Sunday night. No filter was needed.

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Wordless Wednesday- 9/2/15

2 Sep

My morning view on my new commute to work…stunning sunrise! 

*This photo was taken while I was completely stopped at the traffic lights. All laws of the road were followed to achieve this shot.

 

Wordless Wednesday – 8/26/15

26 Aug

Welcome to the county fair! 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Between

24 Jun

When I first saw the topic of this photo challenge, these lyrics popped instantly into my head:

…the silence isn’t so bad, til I look at my hands and feel sad because the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly… – Owl City, Vanilla Twilight

Florida Sunset, Twilight

This is one of my very favorite songs, even if it does make me sort of happy-sad (yes, that is a thing). It’s about all the things that are between these two people who are in love, who for unknown reasons, can’t be together at that very moment in time. I thought of posting a photo of my hand and the empty spaces, literal symbol of the above lyrics. But that seemed easy and sad and  overdone.

There is a lot of between in my life these days – 3 more work days between me and the weekend, 6 months between us and Christmas Eve, 13.1 miles between the start and finish line of the half marathon I’m training for, 7 years between my youngest sister and I, 1 floor between where I’m typing this blog and where my mom is reading her book, just a wall and window between me and the storm brewing outside. Betweens are everywhere I look, but the worst one by far is the distance between me and the person who holds my heart.

…I’ll watch the night turn light blue, but it’s not the same without you, because it takes two to whisper quietly…

And so, it is a photo I took 3 years ago, when we both lived in Florida, that symbolizes the passing of days, years and time between us. That peaceful moment before the sun fully sets and the moon fully rises, in that perfect moment it’s easy to believe anything is possible. It’s easy to pretend he isn’t far away or that it’s lonely or that I cling to my cell phone because it carries messages between us.

This is a January sunset, taken from my apartment balcony on my way to his apartment. I don’t recall what we did that night, most likely nothing more exciting than watching YouTube or a movie and laughing at the other for silly things they did or said. I miss those nights. Those moments. The farthest distance between us was the walk from my apartment to his, a whole 100 yards or so.

Now there are cell phones and spotty service areas, different work schedules, lives, not-so-great internet connections and hundreds of miles between us. Minutes feel like days, days feel like months, months feel like years and years feel like an eternity when the person you want to hold hands with is at the other end of the country (thankfully still the same time zone).

I am thankful for the planes that take me between here and there.

I will close with this, for now, between is a negative, a thing I desperately want to change. But it’s also a positive. The love and friendship and memories shared between the two of us are constantly growing and evolving and strengthening. And from now until the end of time, I can’t think of a better person to fill the spaces between my fingers. ❤