Yesterday, DD wanted to hang out in a tree at a nearby cemetery to read a new book. It was a little far for her to be going alone, so I accompanied her -- with my own book, my camera, and a dog pillow for my tush. I figured we'd hang out for an hour or so. We stayed for four hours. I tried getting creative with the camera for a little while, and then we both settled into our books for a good long while. (Oh, I also wrote some more in my Joy Notes book and made some mental notes for potential poetry that I'd like to write one day.) Eventually, it got too dark to read, so we watched the fireflies and talked about life. It got cold -- but it was cool! We both enjoyed our little retreat, and I think it will be a precious memory for years to come.
It's hard to believe she sat there for FOUR hours!
She was going for the "blank" look, so I played with the exposure and colour after I uploaded this one. Though I didn't plan it, I kinda like how her face is a bit blurry, but the background leaves and branches are crisper.
I liked the shape of the top of this tomb stone. As you can tell, I was trying for an interesting angle ;) I tried getting a close up of the cocoon, but wasn't very successful.
I think I heard the sound of laughter as I lay on the ground to get this shot ;)
I dunno -- that might make an interesting background for something one day . . . It has a poetic quality to me, with prickly branches and soft, green leaves ;)
I liked the verse on this one: "I will fear no evil for thou art with me."
Just in case you didn't believe we stayed until after dark ;) I was shooting "blind" because I couldn't see anything on the camera screen until after the flash went off.
Another shot in the dark. Oh look -- a smile :) She said she could have fallen asleep on that branch.
I wish I'd been able to capture the fireflies in my photos -- they were like twinkling diamonds catching the light against a backdrop of dark velvet. They reminded me of a poem I wrote years ago . . . in fact, a month before DD12 was born! The amazing thing is I was able to put my fingers on it to share with you:
A young boy taught me
that I can glow like you.
All I have to do is
with my hands
and press you
between my palms.
He caught you and,
rubbed your fluorescent essence
on his skin.
Then, your life
made him shimmer
in the blackness of the night.
was a small price to pay
for a glowing moment of brilliance.
For who counts the cost
to the universe?
Who counts the cost of a firefly?
Who counts the cost of anything
that gives even a brief
glowing moment of brilliance?
Deep, eh? I found myself wanting to write another poem last night, but I didn't have anything but my teeny-tiny notebook to write in. I do want to get back into the "habit" of writing poetry, though -- and reading it, too. I think The Artistic Mother will help me with that -- if I ever get back to working on those projects:)
Are there any unusual places you like to go to "re-charge your batteries"? Are there particular places that inspire you to be creative?