Sometimes it’s hard to find inspiration. I’ve been struggling with finding inspiration with my camera for a few weeks. I’ve previously stated that I LOVE photographing people (example), but I’ve been working on finding inspiration in my surroundings. I know it seems incongruous that inspiration is something that has to be worked at. Perhaps it’s not something that must be worked at, but rather worked FOR. In other words, I wish I could say that every time I feel inspired, I am either sitting in the warm sand on a tropical beach, or I am in the presence of phenomenal artists. It simply is not the case. Sometimes I go days without feeling inspired, even if I am surrounded by beauty.
Last night, I stepped out of my car and noticed that it was that magical time of the day. The golden hours. I had about two hours until sunset to work with and it just so happened that my camera was sitting on the passenger seat of my car. I didn’t know what exactly I was hoping to take pictures of, but I knew that I wanted to focus on interesting textures, colors, and arrangements.
I started out small, knowing I had been on the inspirational chopping block for days. I worked my way around my driveway, and then through my backyard. Soon I decided it was time for a change up. I threw my bag inside my apartment, grabbed one of Blake's cozy flannels from our closet, locked the door, and hopped back in my car. Without having a clear idea of where I was going, I decided to just drive.
I seldom get alone time, so the two hour adventure I had with my camera was a cleansing breath of fresh air. Whether you are on vacation, hanging out in your home town, or kicking it around the house, I urge you all to find time this week to write about, photograph, or just appreciate the little things that surround you.