Archive: June, 2008
Patience
My-new-keyboard-hasn't-arrived-yet
I-can't-believe-I've-lasted-this-long-without-jumping-out-the-window
It's-been-quite-nice-not-being-able-to-email,-though—-
it's-freed-up-time-for-other-pursuits
I-could-get-used-to-it,-this-new-space-for-thoughts-and-planning
So-until-normal-programming-resumes,-i-wanted-to-share-two-more-shots-
from-a-recent-shoot-
Really-proud-of-these…:-)
I-love-it-when-what-i-imagined-in-my-head-becomes-a-reality-
through-my-camera-lens-and-monitor
More-soon
Spaces
Today-feels-like-the-first-true-day-of-summer
the-breeze-is-so-warm-it's-like-a-caress
sigh
i-miss-being-in-love
sundays-always-make-me-a-little-sad
so-I-ate-an-ice-cream-for-lunch
my-space-bar-is-broken
(quite-possibly-the-most-important-key-on-the-keyboard)
and-so-it-goes
Now I understand
So today is a regular Tuesday – K and I go to the gym in the morning for an hour before doing an aqua aerobics class (another hour of exercise). So, that makes TWO hours of exercise. Non-stop moving and sweating, on the treadmill and cross-trainer and lifting weights and doing crunches, and then jumping around the pool. Gluttons for punishment that we are, we do this on Thursdays too (Monday and Wednesday are 'just' the gym). It's got to the point where I'm thinking about exercise even when I'm not there – I bought some weights to use at home and have been religiously doing my crunches in the morning (I know – every time i tell a friend who's known me for years it takes her about 20 minutes to stop hyperventilating from shock).
Anyway, I'm telling you all this because this morning, one hour and 15 minutes into the madness, i finally experienced the exercise high that fitness fanatics talk about. I was in the pool, we were jumping up and down, the music was loud, my legs seemed to to become weightless, despite the fatigue that should have been kicking in from an hour already spent on the machines – and i felt euphoric for five whole minutes. It was as if i had white light shooting out of the top of my head. Now i understand why people get obsessed with exercise, not just for the high i felt, but also to have your body working properly – it really is addictive. I've read about this, i've been told about this, but gosh, it's really something else to get off your slovenly ass and actually do it. In true best friend-style, i feel really proud of myself.
The high was similar to how i felt the first time i heard this piece of amazingly uplifting music (play it LOUD, and watch the video here too). I've always been something of a sybarite – sex, wine, cigarettes, good food, perfumes, body creams, music, i love it all – but now, at last, I'm replacing cigarettes with exercise.
Today it is good to be alive. I'm going to try to hold on to this feeling, and store it away for those rainy days.
Feather by feather
There are some things that you can’t, and shouldn’t, rush. Like really expensive bottles of wine, or clotted cream rice pudding, or grief. Better to savour the tastes, and learn the lessons, and regrow your shimmering new wings feather by feather. And that’s exactly what I have been doing with my photography, taking my time over each shot, developing my vision and style, burnishing the paper and working out exactly what it is I am trying to say. I wanted to come to this space and share some of my recent pieces as I’ve relaunched my Etsy store and am enjoying filling the shelves with work I am proud of. The postcards I’d ordered arrived this week and i’m digging them so much – I love sending and receiving cards in the mail, so having some with my own photographs on them is thrilling my geeky stationery-loving side.
I know i have a few readers left out there (hi guys!), despite me being such a lousy blogger these days, so just to let you know that if you see anything you like, if you mention this (tired and abandoned) blog when checking out on Etsy, I’ll include a free set of postcards with your print – just to say thank you for, you know, hanging in there with me :-)
