I have been writing a lot lately. My diary is already far to full and my journal is bursting at the seams! I suppose I find writing inspirational and something that feeds my soul. I can express myself freely without the use of my mouth and I can interpret what I am feeling inside, which is not always easy achieve using your tongue. Life becomes something that needs to be recorded and so I write.
My long over-due Christmas present (a photography book) arrived late last week. 'Expressive Photography by the Shutter Sisters' is teaching me to be more creative in the way I look at things through my lens. I no longer feel bound by the fact that our *photography trend* pushes us to just photograph the *normal* way and not to try something new. No. I can now express myself freely and try something new each time I pick up my camera. Photography is becoming a passion and it is a very rewarding experience.
[ top: TEMT / scarf: Gift / pants: second-hand / shoes: JayJays ]
It has been raining far to much here. Looking outside my window, all the ground is decked with wet leaves and mud-filled puddles linger in every ditch, hole and crack. Everywhere I step a squelching sound sings out from underneath my foot and red, oozing mud sticks to my ankles and shoes. Our umbrella does not do us justice either. When ever a monstrous gust of wind belts us in the face the umbrella with snap and die. Once we reach the car we are dripping cold, wet puddles all over the car seats and the red mud sticks to the floor. After this experience what else is there to do other then stare up at the sky shaking your head and scowling?
So lately my life is all school work, inspiration and the usual hodge-podge that make up the words 'Beautiful Life'. This does not mean that life is perfect but simply that life is upside-down, full of happy treasures and that we love it despite all it's imperfections!