A week ago my roommate looked at me and asked, “So when are you going to do your photoshoot for this month?”
I forgot about that goal momentarily.
Today’s weather was decent enough to go out, but the subjects were lacking. Honestly, it was a downer. It’s hard for me not to blame myself and think it’s because I’m a terrible photographer, but this girl can only take pictures of the same thing so many times.
Not an artistic masterpiece, but it was exciting to see evidence of spring approaching.
How many shoots can Victoria do before she gets tired of taking pictures of these branches? The answer is 3.
Maybe if I get the lighting and angle just right, it’ll look like palm trees…….
I’ve found myself growing impatient in many areas of my life lately. This shoot was almost poetic, if I can say that without seeming too dramatic. I was frustrated by the lack of spring-ness and the fact that it’s not here yet. This frustration was (dramatically) paralleled with other things on my mind. But as I saw the teeny pieces of evidence that spring will be here soon, I was reminded just the same that the other things I’m impatient about won’t stay that way forever. Everything has a season, even seasons of questioning and waiting and unknowns.
This is just one of the many ways photography helps me make sense of life.