Inside and Outside

Inside Self and Outside Self

I just came in out of the rain. Stella and Jack are still playing out there. I wonder how long I had a camera in my hands today. I shot with the OM-D and the E-5. I didn’t touch the Pentax. That’s kind of neat. It used to be about shooting with the best camera I owned. Now it’s about using the one that will accomplish what I want. It’s a subtle difference, but it makes a world of difference.

I’m not a fan of changing lenses, but I did it three time on the OM-D today. Generally, however, not wanting to change lenses has led me to give up on shots, to just not bother. Now, I have three lenses always ready to go, and which one I want to use determines which camera I choose.

The poetry thing: picking up Favorite Poems Old and New and reading through it one poem at a time, one each day: who knew how effective it would be in getting me shooting again? I’m not repeating the Poetic Inspirations 365 in that there are no deadlines or postings or expectations. Most importantly, I’m not setting up shots to illustrate verse. I’m simply letting my mind work, coming up with associations from the words on the page.

The other day, I read “My Inside-Self” by Rachel Lindsey. Of course, my first thought was a selfie. Eeegads! I didn’t want to do that. But then, I let things simmer for a few moments and ended up with image after image of roses and impatiens I cut specifically to photograph. The speaker of the poem is comparing how she looks (kind of round and sensible, perhaps frumpy) to how she feels (lithe and elegant and fancy). It struck me that roses are showy flowers, but impatiens are more run-of-mill, so I put the two of the them together. Playing into the that, too, were the words of St. Therese of Lisieux: “The splendour of the rose and whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of its scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. I realised that if every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness and there would be no wild flowers to make the meadows gay.”

Well, my roses and impatiens ended up providing me with a great deal of fodder for photographs and even spurred me on to digging out the twinkle lights and taking the trouble to set up a shoot. I loved being nudged this way, because tiny steps consistently taken often add up to more than big, splashy efforts.

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