Day 363 – 500 Pieces

500 Pieces

Day 363

Picture Puzzle Piece by Shel Silverstein

One picture puzzle piece
Lyin’ on the sidewalk,
One picture puzzle piece
Soakin’ in the rain.
It might be a button of blue
On the coat of the woman
Who lived in a shoe.
It might be a magical bean,
Or a fold in the red
Velvet robe of a queen.
It might be the one little bite
Of the apple her stepmother
Gave to Snow White.
It might be the veil of a bride
Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.
It might be a small tuft of hair
On the big bouncy belly
Of Bobo the Bear.
It might be a bit of the cloak
Of the Witch of the West
As she melted to smoke.
It might be a shadowy trace
Of a tear that runs down an angel’s face.
Nothing has more possibilities
Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.

Day 297 – Another One of “those” Shots

Another One of "those" Shots

Day 297

Oh fair enough are sky and plain by A. E. Housman

Oh fair enough are sky and plain,
But I know fairer far:
Those are as beautiful again
That in the water are;

The pools and rivers wash so clean
The trees and clouds and air,
The like on earth was never seen,
And oh that I were there.

These are the thoughts I often think
As I stand gazing down
In act upon the cressy brink
To strip and dive and drown;

But in the golden-sanded brooks
And azure meres I spy
A silly lad that longs and looks
And wishes he were I.

•••
I have photographed this stretch of river in every season and almost every month.  And each time I take a photo, it is new again.  I never tire of it.  The river is very high now, the water over the flat banks we normally sit on while dangling our toes in the water for the tiny fish to nibble on.  I had to tip toe around the water, holding on to the high banks so that I wouldn’t trip into the cold wet.  Before long, the water will recede, the trees will be in full leaf and my children will be sitting on the flat part of the river bank with fishing poles while I dangle my toes once more.  And I will think about my father.

Day 272 – The View From Up Here

The View From Up Here (with my iPhone)

Day 272

The Windows by Constantine P. Cavafy

In these darkened rooms, where I spend
oppressive days, I pace to and fro
to find the windows. — When a window
opens, it will be a consolation. —
But the windows cannot be found, or I cannot
find them. And maybe it is best that I do not find them.
Maybe the light will be a new tyranny.
Who knows what new things it will reveal.
•••
It is late.
It is dark.
It is cold.
It is snowing, once again.
I am tired of winter and her gray skies.
I am tired of brown grass lying flat.
I heard a cardinal singing his ‘come hither’ song the other day.
I could feel warmer days in my heart.

Day 267 – Swift and Shallow, Dark Night

Swift and Shallow, Dark Night

Day 267

The Lady’s Reward by Dorothy Parker

Lady, lady, never start
Conversation toward your heart;
Keep your pretty words serene;
Never murmur what you mean.
Show yourself, by word and look,
Swift and shallow as a brook.
Be as cool and quick to go
As a drop of April snow;
Be as delicate and gay
As a cherry flower in May.
Lady, lady, never speak
Of the tears that burn your cheek-
She will never win him, whose
Words had shown she feared to lose.
Be you wise and never sad,
You will get your lovely lad.
Never serious be, nor true,
And your wish will come to you-
And if that makes you happy, kid,
You’ll be the first it ever did.

Last night I posted some of my frustration about my photographic services and those who think that my time is pretty much worthless to me (and obviously to them).  I have always been very generous with sharing my gifts, probably too much so, and as a result the hours that people want me to give them are taken for granted. A few months ago, I got angry about it.  It took one wedding too many with a bride who wanted everything for nothing, who wanted more time than I should have given and is still harassing me about her wedding photos.  What she did not realize is that once you make me angry, I put on the brakes and I come to a dead stop.  And as wrong as it probably is, she will not be getting the photos from me other than the complete set of web ready photos I emailed her in 6 different emails.

But I can thank that bride for opening my eyes to what I was doing to myself.  I was devaluing the work I do, my time and my talent.  So, while I am frustrated by those who want my price to be *free*, I am satisfied that I am doing the right thing.  And that makes me happy, kid.

Swift and Shallow, Dark Night

 

 

Day 197 – Taking Chances

Taking Chances

Day 197

Glass by Robert Francis

Words of a poem should be glass
But glass so simple-subtle its shape
Is nothing but the shape of what it holds.A glass spun for itself is empty,
Brittle, at best Venetian trinket.
Embossed glass hides the poem of its absence.

Words should be looked through, should be windows.
The best word were invisible.
The poem is the thing the poet thinks.

If the impossible were not,
And if the glass, only the glass,
Could be removed, the poem would remain.


Today is a banner day for me.  I have set up accounts at three stock photo sites.  This is a huge personal risk for me.  I have never sold any of my work, and though I have done maternities, weddings and family shoots, I have never charged for any of those services.  Call me insecure, but I have just never felt my work and my equipment were worth charging for.  Well, I was told today that “time is money” by a photographer and friend whom I admire greatly.  If I sell anything, well, I will be upgrading equipment in an effort to make my craft easier and to improve my results.  But I am very, very nervous…..