Time to reopen the door...to adventure.

1/7/2014

Old Sturbridge

I've hit the wall. It was bound to happen as I spent the last three years taking photos of just about everything that moved (or didn't move). The deep freeze has finally come and like any hibernating bear, it's left me some time to think. Believe it or not, my favorite camera still sits in bubble wrap three weeks after being serviced for overuse and abuse. My incarceration resulting from my cameras injuries has me feeling kinda..off. I swear that time has become frozen, leaving my brain idling in neutral. Down time just feels weird and the separation between myself and my camera has me feeling like a disembodied shell of usual myself. As I look outside of the frost covered window and gaze upon winter's frozen sunset, I long for a slight tilt of the earth upon its axis to bring us some warmth. I have little hope that I can find it within myself to reap the season's offerings of reflection and rest. Despite heeding winter's sleepy advice, I find myself looking for new adventures so I can strip that wrap off my camera and start living for life's next image.

I need some inspiration or this camera will stay under wraps. Meanwhile, I passed some time by looking at old photos of opportunities I've had to travel. The kids peered into digital albums as I clicked from one photo to the next, awestruck of how much they have grown. The camera is a wonderful time machine. I began to think, if possible, where would you go if you could just go? Would you find warmth among the palm trees or around a fireplace near a ski slope? Do you travel near or afar? Do your trips have a scheduled itinerary, or do you just head off in a general direction. Either way, I would love to know.