I enrolled in a month long class, this month.
I know, I need something else to do this month like I need a hole in the head, let alone something to do
every day of the month. But I did it, because I think I
need something else to do, for
me.
The course is called
Picture Spring, "a 30-day guided e-class that will encourage and inspire you to use photography to celebrate the season of new beginnings while honoring and nourishing your creative spirit." She sucked me in at, emphasizing losing yourself in the process, and immersing in the joy of just taking the photograph, for you. Getting back to why I had to have a camera for my high school graduation sunk tons of money into film taking rolls of pictures of the same local park.
Of course my month this month isn't all about daffodils and private moments at sunrise. And I think I may have either over-achieved or broken a rule on the first day. . .either way, um, I think I can get a doctor to write me a note. The prompt today was about beginnings. Any kind. Just looking around and finding them.
So I have two pictures to share as my day was in two parts, with a hopeful, and very important beginning dominating my day. Today,
hopefully, was the beginning of a lot of ends, for real this time. My 3 yr old has cancer, for the second time, it relapsed immediately after the first course of treatment. By summer we hope to finish the second treatment. So today marked the first of what I hope are the beginning of a lot of lasts.
With my first diptych, I documented a beginning happening for this family, the last thursday I will drive Joshua to Nationwide Children's Hospital, to sit in the Day Hospital of the Oncology Unit most of the day and poison him. Because we are more than ready to move on in our journey, to better things, like "no evidence of disease" and "remission."
But being a sucker for nature, I couldn't let Day One close and not get some nature in too, because, this is my life. These are my days, where 2/3rds of a day can be consumed and utterly focused on Mr. Handsome Pants, and then there is that other third. And in the mix of other jobs of wife, daughter, sister, mother, friend. . .somewhere in it, I get a second to shake my head at the blue bells. . .again.
Because they like me, can be in such a hurry to start on an awesome new beginning, that they do it the hardest and most astonishingly absurd way possible. They thrust up through the leaf litter, not breaking between the leaves, but through the leaves themselves, carrying them up with them as they grow. Constricted, blanched from lack of sunlight, practically incapable of blooming, they squeeze upward until I come out, every year, and pull the leaves of last year away and allow them to have a chance at saving the show and blooming this year. Again.
Me and blue bells, we learn the hard, really awkward repetitive way in some cases.
You know like staying up till midnight trying to pass off 4 pictures for 2 diptychs because your day totally had 2 different parts to make up your assignment on the first day.
You know, when one would have sufficed. . .and was asked for.