I stepped outside today at about 5:00 PM, the time I like to take a few photos because that’s when the light is most beautiful.
Except now it’s almost dark.
Today was overcast, moving into dreary, and we’ve closed our garden center for the season. Our mums and pumpkins are gone..
I hadn’t realized how much I lean on having something already beautifully arranged to capture my eye.
And there’s always something in my garden that strikes me, but I’ve begun taking that down, too.
I’m in this in-between week.
Our fall season has ended, and I’m taking down my garden. So, what do I photograph?
I’ve only recently made photographing something in beautiful light a daily practice. Weekly photography has long been something I do, but daily is new.
And this in-between space is a little awkward. A little uncomfortable.
Nothing is really speaking to me yet.
And I actually think that’s okay.
I’ve never been particularly comfortable here before. In the transition. In the in-between.
But I’m practicing.
I snapped a few photos of things that drew me in. Our chickens love the way my camera clicks, and they’ll stop and let me photograph them. The Boston ivy on our columns caught my eye, too.
But overall, there was no wow moment.
And maybe that’s what the in-between is becoming for me. Or what it can be.
A place to practice resting in the unknown, rather than fleeing the discomfort of not knowing what’s next.
That’s new for me.
This Stopped Me
This Stirred Me
This Was my Favorite Image
Have a wonderful Week!!!