It is hard to know how others come to develop a vision. It was even harder to know how that happened for me until I began recording it. Because it doesn't Just Happen. Although it seems a freer way of thinking about it. Just Looking and then grabbing a moment and cherishing it, well that is a kind of recording. An excuse in a way, for making. But not making. Making is more than that. It might simply be the conscious choice of changing the course of things. Transforming the moment. Leaving your mark on it. It is a scary thought in some ways. Depending on the mark you are making. Yet I think it describes creative thought quite well. And we can't help it really. That is what Just Happens. Thinking. Thought. Catching that, the hard part, helps me know my mind.
I did a bit of cut and paste with the photo. And now I am Looking. Deciding. And I will probably be talking about it later. Because that helps me too. Sharing. Being listened to.
So later, once the swelling on my foot diminishes.
I dropped a can of beans on my big toe. The pain is unreal. But it is a lovely shade of blue. So not much walking on this gorgeous post storm day. But maybe talking.
A few days a go I really felt like I ruined this one. Today, though, I am not so sure. Maybe there was just a storm brewing. And well, I'll make the best if it. It's better to wait a bit. Sometimes it takes a while for new eyes to adjust.