Another day, another drive.
I'm a bit artsy fartsy. I've never been good at binge watching Netflix. I get antsy. With the exception of The Office, of course. That doesn't count. During the evenings, after the child is in bed, I'm usually doing something photography related. If it's not photography related, it's music, or it's writing. Sometimes it's reading, and now and then, when the mood strikes me, it's the telly.
Today, on my day off, it was me hitting the road with my camera again. It was ten degrees when I left home. Ten! In February! As dreary as it was outside, I couldn't pass up the chance to get out for some photos. I'm so glad I did! There are so many pretty things to be found, sometimes you just have to look past the dull brown of this winter we're having.
I drove down a road or two, got a little mud on the tires and mud on my boots. I had no idea where I wanted to go, but I knew I wanted to go. Started off heading down past St. Andrews, and ended my mini-adventure in Cape Jack. The temperature dropped from ten degrees to four in between Antigonish and Cape Jack. Still mild for this time of year, so you won't hear me complain.
There was a lot of brown.
But there was also something else. There was me.
I'm a people photographer. In case you're wondering, that's not the same as being a people person. I'm not good at people-ing. But when I see a scene in front of me, I wish for someone to be in it when I take a picture. So today, for the first time ever, I brought along my tripod and my remote, and I got in the scene. I figure, if I really want someone in the photo, why can't I be that someone? I discovered a whole new world. I've done plenty of self-portraits, inside where no one can see me and judge me and wonder what I'm doing. Never out and about where people could, you know, see me.
Today, I was brave. To those people who probably could see me in Cape Jack on the beach below your house, I hope I provided some entertainment. You're welcome.
Reader discretion advised: there's a lot of me coming up.
I'm actually quite proud of these photos. It's not often I will say that of my own work; feels like I'm patting myself on the back. If it had been someone else in front of the camera, these are the photos I would have wanted. I feel like now that I've crossed this bridge, there are so many photos I can take! There's been so many times where I've needed to get out with my camera, to scratch that itch, and been left a little disappointed, because the pictures were missing something. They were missing someone.
The good thing about this time of year is that a big winter coat hides all sorts of sins. Like the chocolate chip muffin I had for lunch.
There's something wonderful about being near the water. Doesn't matter if it's the ocean, a lake or a river. I could stay for hours. We're fortunate in this place, that we're never too far from the ocean. Am I the only one who takes a deep breath as soon as I get near it?
I also love being on my own. More specifically, I don't just love being on my own, I need to be on my own sometimes. I've always been this way. So jumping in the car, turning on the perfect playlist and just driving wherever the car takes me, stopping whenever I feel like it, is like a mini vacation. No one to regulate the temperature for. No one to change the music for, or wonder if this is where they want to go. Maybe I'm selfish. I feel like when you're a parent, every now and then you deserve to be a little selfish.
Had enough of me yet?
Sorry. Or am I?
I feel like I've been at the spa. A saltier, colder spa than the one you may be thinking of. Driving back home, singing as loudly as I wanted, my playlist ranging from Johnny Cash to Ed Sheeran, I was revived.
And also, my creativity was sparked. I apologize now, but you're probably going to be seeing more of me in the future.