I’m still slumping. Not feeling up to photographing anything in particular, and finding that writing is difficult. The words seem stuck at the end of my fingertips. I know they are there, but they have been escaping me.
Reading Anita Jesse’s blog, Through My Lens (http://ajesse.blogspot.com/), I was reminded that I had many a photograph sitting on my external drives I hadn’t ever touched. Perhaps I would find something there, something that spoke to me. In the first catalog I opened, I found this winter photo. A snapshot of my beloved barn on a cold winter’s day, taken through the comfort of my kitchen window. Normally a huge lover of warm summer days, I found myself drawn to this photo, a photo which I have several different copies of, made on several different days over the course of winter. A scene I apparently never completely tire of.
It strikes me that my home is much like a cocoon for me. Wrapped in warmth and safety, I am here, comfortable even on the bleakest of days. My view from any window is pleasurable because I am okay here. Always okay here. Like a fortress.
There’s more to this story, I’m sure. More to say. I know there is. But my fingers, they are muting again. So for the moment, I’ll be glad to have had the photo put in front of me. I needed to take a look at the view and be reminded of its comfort.