I realize I’m failing miserably at the blogging every day thing. I’ve come to terms with that.
I created a self-portrait today for my 52 Weeks project
(today was for week 45). Ever since the leaves began to turn red, orange, and
yellow I’ve been dreaming about this photo. Well, not this photo exactly, since they rarely turn
into what I imagined originally, but something like it.
When I drove or walked around the area where I live, I kept
thinking I needed to get out there with a big garbage bag and collect the
brightest, most beautiful leaves I could find—and then it would rain. Procrastination:
thy name is Sarah.
This was it, this week. It has been raining for 5 days and
today the sun came out. There aren’t many leaves left on the trees. Pete and I
took our boy Tyson out for a walk this afternoon to enjoy some sunshine while
we could. We are both very busy staring at our computer screens working these
days. I brought a bag and gathered most of my leaves from the trees directly so
that they were dry and (mostly) clean. So it was only a small bag full of
leaves rather than a big garbage bag full. I couldn’t fully bury myself the way
I had imagined. So I made the best of it.
The idea behind this is to personify the dying that comes
with autumn with the recognition of rebirth to come—the beautiful sadness of
it, if you will.
While my 52 Weeks project has a self-imposed challenge of keeping to color only, I invariably have another version in black & white. I happen to really love this one for the surrealist touch of the big leaf covering my face and the motion captured there. I figured I should use my blog here to share these kind of extra photos rather than keep them just on Flickr. Give folks a reason to come here besides my sparkling personality. Heh.
