Spring’s light is calling
pulled back from the mother’s view
all the world to see
Something about new motherhood has made it difficult for me to focus on anything much besides the baby. Partly because, I suppose, everyone finds their own kid fascinating. And partly because I’m beginning to feel that if I look away for even a moment, my sweet little angel will wreak untold havoc, and before I know it I’ll be posting pictures here, instead. Or he’ll start walking (any minute now), and I’ll miss it. All the usual stuff. The point being, anyway, that the past few months have been less than conducive to photographic creativity that doesn’t involve pictures of The Boy.
Thankfully, I seem to be waking up again to the knowledge that there is endless beauty out there, if I’m willing to take the time to go see it. And now I can bring the stroller along, and have a little someone to share it with. On that note, this morning we took a trip to a local riparian preserve, where some of my portrait class friends were planning to do a bit of plein air painting. It was good, and now I have pictures, finally, enough for a couple of weeks’ entertainment.
I may be a bit rusty, but it’s a start.