What a difference three months makes – back in July I was about to disappear into a slough of self-pity. The lows were definitely starting to win over the highs. This weekend sitting quietly for a few moments I suddenly realised I had a feeling I hadn’t felt for a long time – contentment. I have rediscovered my love of photography. After a weekend of the Arts Festival in Bradford-on-Avon, I was struck by how lucky I feel to live here. It is a lovely town with lovely people. Ironic given that my contentment with where I lived was flung in my face a year ago as if it somehow it made me a dullard with no sense of adventure. That said the accuser has spent the last 12 months away doing absolutely nothing that would come under the heading wild explorer preferring to while away their days in the haunts they grew up in.
I have joined the local photography club and as clichéd as it sounds it was enough to jolt me out of feeling lost. The first night I went though I sat outside for ten minutes summoning up the courage to go in. They are a good crowd. It was good for me to regain my sense of self again. And boy have I given my camera some hammer as a result. Downside – I am now toying with getting a new one as certain limitations on the Fuji frustrate me. Birthday coming up so maybe I will treat myself….
The arts festival was a great weekend. Sun shone from morning til late afternoon. I helped out with me new camera buddies with a Group exhibition and a competition. Snapping away in between. The theme of four seasons was most dramatically captured by the snow scene created in the library carpark – made all the more dramatic by the sun shining down on the fake snow while the kids played.
A perfect weekend. So inspired was I that when I got home I cleaned the house – may need to rein this in.
