You would have to be living under a rock to not know that January has been like winter on steroids. Here in the Midwest we have had more days of bitter cold than I can remember in a long time.
I typically enjoy the seasons, each one having it’s own natural beauty which draws me outdoors with my camera. Last month there were few opportunities to do that, get out and take photos in the woods, simply because it was too, too cold.
My husband and I did get out on a Sunday, January 12th, and enjoyed a bit of trudging through deep snow in the late afternoon sun. We didn’t stay out long, but I did find some lovely colors and shapes through my lens, which I blogged about here. The image I have posted here today is from that walk, though I have processed it a bit in Lightroom to give it the look you see here.
The photo-heart connection? As I wrote in that other post, sometimes we just have to deliberately look for the color, for the beauty, for the thing that resonates in our hearts. It’s not always obvious. And when the weather keeps us in and gives us cabin fever I think it’s even more difficult to find.
In an email exchange with a friend today, I wrote that I have been experiencing the winter doldrums, as though the wind that would normally fill my sails and keep me moving, motivated, and feeling alive has died down completely. The result is I feel stuck.
Stuck like a leaf, frozen on the surface of a pond, waiting for the thaw that will come so the wind can release it and let it move on.
But I’m not alone.
That’s the beauty of it. We are not alone. What one person experiences is often the experience of others. We just don’t know that until we share our story.