I was reading a book in bed one day about how being inspired is to be deeply energized or “in-spirited” by something. In my exhausted state after chasing around my wonderful, deeply energized toddler all day, I tried to think back to the last time I had felt like that. I realized it was several months previous: the moment I met Clare C. Marshall…
I awoke from a dream, and something ancient within myself did too. In this dream I walked into an art school and signed up for a year of art classes. They would be photography based mixed with figure drawing (my favourite subjects at art school). I was so excited to dive into creativity and had flashes and visions of colour and what I would create.
For me tourism photography is around 70% good planning, and 30% being present and seeing what unfolds in front of you. Letting curiosity take the wheel and being ready to pull over at a moments notice. Being ok with passing a place by if it just isn’t giving you the right vibes. I have captured magical moments in mundane places, and been unmoved by some of the must see attractions. For as long as I can remember I have loved to travel…
I’ve been thinking a lot about the future. It’s a bit hard not to when the countdown to motherhood is constantly on my mind. There’s so many unknowns right now about how much my life will change. What will motherhood by like? What will my child be like? How will this shift all things in my life, especially on a creative/career basis?
