Using photography for happiness
Yesterday was a really hard day.
I have been dealing with some mystery malady (crazy, unwarranted, persistent inflammation in two of my joints) and yesterday was the first day without a strong anti-inflammatory medication in my system. Boy, did it suck. I woke up with pain worse than I have had yet so far. Pair that with inconclusive lab tests, having to wait another month to see a different doctor, and it being summer where all I want to do is garden and swim and play outside with my family, and I was really down in the dumps. On top of that it was cloudy and gloomy all day; the poor sun couldn't even help me.
But it was one of those days that was so bad I knew it couldn't be trusted. It was just a matter of time.
And things did turn. My husband and sister made a delicious supper and afterwards I was forced to think of something else: photography. I had a homework assignment to finish!
I'm enrolled in a summer class to learn how to process film, and for class on Wednesday I needed to have two rolls to develop. I was only through 22 exposures on one roll and hadn't started the other.
Due to a God-sent break in the clouds around eight o'clock, Mike and I leashed up the dog and drove down to an empty park to wander together. It had been raining off and on all day, so the park was empty, wet, and green. Sunset was lovely—think rapidly-moving clouds of different textures, blue sky behind dark thunderheads, soft, white reflections of light littering the ground as the sun set—and the frustration of the day melted away into the evening.
I won't get to see the photos I took last night for a few more days (yay film!) but I'm looking forward to them.
The more I shoot for myself (and less to mimic what everyone else is doing or thinking about), the more rewarding the practice becomes. The act of looking, thinking, concentrating on colors and light, considering camera settings, changing angles—it's like it slides around the walls of my mind, moves them to help me think in a different way, and remind me of what matters.
Until I have those park photos to share, spring in Richfield on Solaris 100, Portra 400, and Ektar 100: