The month is February and the only sign of spring coming I see is that my tulips are 1.5″ tall. I feel they are brave to grow in the cold and the snow. I don’t seem to flourish myself in this kind of weather but a flower just does what it does. I wonder if it thinks about all the dangers in the world before it peaks its head out. I think of all the dangers in the world before I take a step outside- a sign of the times. Yet, as the flowers has the courage to grow I will have the courage to live my life. As life and my camera I can focus on the beauty or the ugly. I think pictures have more interest when they uplift the viewer and I will focus on positive also.
So, I have posted flowers of spring to my website. A sign of hope for me that as the seasons cycle so does the photography life. Spring will arrive and bring its warmth and promise. The camera will rise from the bag and once again try to collect the beauty. I will makes plans to travel and have adventures. This world is as much about places as people and our lives need the nature outside our door. I find a good spot next to the water a peaceful place to be. I wonder what it is like to hear the water everyday?
Once again I dream of the future as I go about the day to day. I keep the vision of travel and photography with me to remind me of what I want. I do my best not to let my focus go to time wasters and life wasters. What am I going to remember in 10 years? I hope it is an adventure I had or a scene from a trip. Something of value that had an impact on my life.
The Many Colors of Spring
Have you sat and asked yourself what it takes to make a success out of your passion? Sometimes, I do. I ask myself questions of how far I am willing to go and what do I think will make me feel a success. I have many things that I have a passion for which in some cases makes it harder to funnel my energy into one area. Travel- a passion of mine, newly found with age and confidence, inspires me to see the beauty in other places. Plus, Iowa with its own unique ambiance isn’t a photographically inspiring as other locations. Now, the dynamics of waves crashing on the rock with birds floating overhead and the wind kissing my face, well, the thoughts even bring a smile to my face. Passion- I have a passion to write and I work on that everyday. I make it into a job of choice and I do enjoy it but writing is harder in many ways. The hunt for the story and the inspiration for the character and the hope both will touch peoples lives.
Lately, I realize that passion is about time and focus. I can dream about doing something but if I never get out there and actually do it the dream will never happen. Another person cannot make my dream happen either. I need to do the work for my own dream otherwise I have accomplished nothing. The vision must be written and in front of my eyes to remind me of the promise that I have made to myself about my dream. So, writing is my main passion and photography a creative release for my soul. I have a focus for both and work in some way at each every day. I was told once that what you are doing today is a strong indicator of your future. I remind myself to build a block for a foundation of my dream. Large, small or in between place a marker in my mind to remind myself to think beyond the day to day to my future.
For me then to be a success I must not give up on my focus and keep trying. If I learn a little every time I try and keep trying I will be able to see my dream come true. I realize that I must protect the dream and keep my focus. Sometimes others that we think would be supportive are not because they only see what they have or don’t. This all comes down to me learning in life as I age and blooming where I am planted. So, being a success to me is following my heart and feeling the joy of accomplishing one more step towards my goal.
I encourage others to remember their dreams and goals. Daily build a foundation for that dream to be built on and the dream will come. Remember to not judge yourself to harshly and squash your vision. Every one makes mistakes along the way in their journey and no one has ever been perfect the first time.