Wednesday, December 02, 2020
Still don't see the connection? Okay, the story goes: One photographer, again that's me, who prefers to spend most of her time in a studio, was challenged one weekend, years ago, with the words, and I quote, "Get out. Get some fresh air. Get some exercise—let's go hiking!" Oh brother, how do you argue with that.
So, off we went and I discovered that I loved it. That is, until the fated weekend, while hiking a coastal trail, we came across snakes. Now I'm not talking about one or two, I'm talking Indiana Jones numbers. Well, that's a story for another day, but, for now let's just say, that day changed my life. It took me forever to walk on anything, unless is was made out of solid concrete. Now that age old adage about how time heals the wound, may be true, but believe me, it never leaves you paranoid free.
To make a long story short I had two choices. I could live afraid to hit the outback ever again, or I could try and find a way to hike again. I chose to hike. I hike in mountains and I hike in deserts now, and I keep my nerve by keeping one eye always looking down AND because of this I've developed an eye for abstract landscape photography. No rock or stone gets past me or my camera. When the rest of the hikers are marveling over a vista and how many miles they can see, I'm looking down at my next piece of art and giddy with, "Hey, check this out—it looks like a dark, gritty tidal wave of rich earth flowing down to meet a white, sandy beach of diamonds."
So, my friends, that is how one of the scariest days of my life broadened my horizons as an artist. It forced me to realize that I can't let a little fear cause me to turn away, or I was going to miss out on so much, and in this case, I may never have developed an appreciation for the way I create abstract landscape photography. All I had to do was LOOK a different way.
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