I realized late afternoon yesterday that I need to start carrying my giant DSLR around with me again. I’ve gotten really lazy about it because my phone has a camera like everyone else (even though it really needs an upgrade, even if just for the camera). I forget how much that giant camera makes me want to take pictures and I forget just how much there really is to take pictures of.
I’m a strong believer that we shouldn’t be recording every second of our lives, but I forget how beautiful some of those moments are. For example, yesterday afternoon after a flash storm. My yard was overcast and it seemed to be calling me out to come take pictures of it.
Yesterday in itself was a slow day. I spent most of my Sunday sleeping, taking time to recharge after this slight down spell I’ve had in my Lyme recovery. (Normally, I have a bad week for every good one, lately the ratio has been in my fave 2:1.) But Sunday night I was up and moving. My mom and I made cookie dough, I spent thirty minutes photographing outside, and I wrote another couple of thousand words on one of my novels. (I would be making much faster progress if I was writing one at a time instead of three.)
Take this photo diary as a reminder to enjoy the simple things. After all, nothing is more simple than a Sunday evening spent wandering around your garden before eating a ton of raw cookie dough.
We tend to record our big events and forget our daily, but sometimes our daily is a lot more beautiful than we give it credit for.