(12/dust, 14/365)
This year I'm working at expanding my eye beyond the intimate details to capture wider angles and tell more stories. I'm starting to see it happening, in spite of tripod issues and dropped cameras.
Really, I think it's just me needing to get out of my own way, be honest about the mess and the clutter I'm constantly trying to ignore at my house, stop escaping into details and start capturing my real life.
Real life is sometimes a bit angsty (see yesterday's photo), but it bears retelling anyway. It's what I do. If I can't tell my own story, what business do I have telling others'?
Shutter Sisters prompted a new look at me today. I don't know what to do with this new "mama" side of me. I look at myself, at the size of my hands compared to those of my children, and I'm realizing that I am the big person now, the grown-up. I'm the accessory to their "me" stories now, as my mom used to be with me.
She is my friend now. I have learned to see into her story.
The blur is not intentional - blur never is when you're parenting - but it's appropriate. There is so much out-of-focus beauty in this new life of mine. I'm enjoying the discovery.
(Images © Informal Moments Photography)
