The cure is to get out there and do it anyway, or do it inside. As long as you keep doing it that’s all that matters.
I confess two regrets. Not having a polarizing filter for this image and perhaps my use of an Oxford comma in this post…
If you are a regular reader, the image above may look similar yet different to the one I used for the looking and listening post this week. Both were made around the same time and location on consecutive days. It just demonstrates what a difference the weather makes. Here is that image for comparison.
Both images reflect the fact that I have hardly used my camera this month. My phone has been acting in that role.
There was only one theme that I managed to tick off, which was the hands.
Apart from that I have not had the time to do much else than study. I will persevere and put up a fresh set of themes for September. The weather is improving as Spring begins and provided I can get some time I hope to do better than this month.
For Black And White Lovers
by Lize Bard
You could say that I am a struggling artist of some sorts...
travel and adventure
Image your Life
The Fine Art of Creating Beautiful Images!
Dear reader, I have bled every single emotion and I have tried my best to put them in these pages. I will write until you run out of tears to find in these words. Tears that are products of every dote you lost, products of so much affliction that they never had enough strength left to carve their path tracing down your cheeks. And I will be honest with you to say that I am not there with you. Truth be told, I am mostly not in these writings. In fact, I have never been in any real relationship that I wander at the thought of whether I have any right to write about these things. But I am a wallflower, in the eighteen years that I have lived I have seen the people around me break so hard that they crumble back to their cradle. Love is a different kind of war but as long as I am standing I will give a hand to those who have fallen. These writings are not about me, despite most being written in first person. I want you to find yourself in them. I want you to find yourself and get yourself back.