The shutter passion

 

Winner GLBT Category.

Some days,

I wonder,

where photography,

has been my whole life,

truly.

I have been feeling,

under the weather,

grouchy, bloated,

I think it is safe to say,

menopause is here.

I don’t get the raging angries,

anymore,

well, not much,

but,

I do feel bloated and achy,

and,

that pisses me off,

and,

brings me down,

makes me feel,

irrationally,

old and unattractive,

woe is me, crap.

I look at the state of the world,

how my wonderful country,

has been hijacked,

by,

Stepford politicians,

mutant and soulless,

and I freak,

a little.

One thing,

snaps me out of it,

every time,

looking at the world,

myself,

even,

through the lens of my camera,

I find the beauty,

the texture,

the complexity.

Frozen order,

or chaos,

I see what I see,

my little bit of sky,

the world I walk,

I live in.

I find a joy and a peace,

I have rarely,

experienced.

Who knew,

that buying,

that smart phone,

a little over a year ago,

would give me,

this new sense,

of …

Freedom,

not purpose,

or ambition,

or obligation,

freedom.

The grouchiness,

and,

heaviness,

evaporate,

I love it,

I feel euphoria,

the sound of the shutter,

like cooing,

or music,

and,

then when I get home,

I can’t wait to load them,

look at them,

and,

even when it isn’t the,

shot,

I had hoped for,

I don’t get upset,

disappointed sometimes,

but,

not pissed.

That is probably,

because,

I am high,

on learning,

discovering,

it isn’t about earning a living,

pure love and passion,

butterflies and hot sex,

not dishes and taking out the garbage.

Must be how Grandma Moses,

felt when she took up,

painting.

Now,

To be clear,

I’m not saying I’m Grandma Moses,

I’m not old enough

😛

and,

I aspire to ‘illustrate’,

my life,

my world,

not the pages of,

National Geographic,

but,

man oh man do I love,

taking pictures.

Life is good.

Later girls,

BB