The part of our community where beauty (the state park) meets the beast (industry). That big fluffy smoke has reared its head here through all four seasons since I was a child and probably many years prior to that. It makes for some interesting texture in a photo, especially on a very brisk winter’s day–but it is the uglier side of the city, visible from the north pier off the bay of Lake Erie. One doesn’t stand on the pier for too long in the winter, unless one is a glutton for frostbite. A few quick photos, and its back to the vehicle. In summer, this pier is filled with fishermen and fisherwomen, and this part of the bay has quite a bit of boat traffic. It is one of my favorite areas to run in the other three seasons, ending with a neat little lighthouse at the end.
Comfort appears in the oddest ways. I am not sure what I like about this photo. Surely it is not any technical prowess I demonstrate here in how to take a great photo. Yet this captures for me a sense of home and comfort. I took this through one of the window’s of our barn. The window peers down into the basement area, where my husband keeps all of his lawn equipment and his workshop. Just about anything could be on this particular workbench at any given moment. Wrenches. Cans of this and that. Spiders (Eek!!). And any number of gloves and hats my husband possesses, which I am certain at this time number in to the hundreds.
I love pictures of pretty things. I have a whole set of blogs I visit daily which relate to decorating and art. I could look at those photos all day long. I love sunsets and sunrises and animal photos. But this is a photo which captures something so much more personal to me. My husband. In all his messy, workshop glory. As comforting to me as a warm cup of coffee in front of a blazing fireplace. How grateful am I? Very.
Have a great weekend.
Sometimes I like to fool with my images beyond the normal, cleaner processing. I mess and I mess and I mess until something strikes me. Such was this photo of David, my husband. The original photo is nice enough, clean and clear, evoking a memory of a lovely vacation in Seattle a few anniversaries ago, where we found lots of fun riding the ferries back and forth across the Puget Sound.
But this photo evokes something quite different from me, with relatively little to do with our time that week. This is much more about the impressions I have of the person my husband is–focused, intent, fully engaged in whatever he’s taken on for the moment. Someone with vision and someone who has my complete attention (most of the time). Someone who is not so clear-cut in personality at times. Someone who changes and grows right before my very eyes, not so crisp and clean but, rather, reshaping himself by the day. Blurry and sometimes rough around the edges. I am not sure who he is or who he going to be each day. I am often surprised, still, to watch him unfold right before my very eyes. To watch him suffer and recover and continue to recover in the span of the time we have been together is one of the most remarkable gifts I could ever have been given or allowed to witness.
David, I suppose, is a gift of hope for me. The impression of a person who struggles to be a better human being every day. Not a more loving husband, I am sure, to be found.
How blessed I am today.