I am admitting that I have a problem. There are so many moments of everyday that I yearn to take photos of. I even pull the car over often to take a quick photo of the moon, a field of cows, the reflection on a pond...There are so many others that I wish I would have stopped for. Unfortunately, at the side of the road, you always have to contend with power lines. Annoying.
Although, I always enjoyed photography; it is only in the last five months that I have become obsessed. I think it has helped me immensely. I realize that it seems like such a small and frivolous thing. But I wholeheartedly maintain that it has forced me to find beauty in a world that often seems devoid of happiness or hope since Jeff is gone. It reminds me to change my focus. From loneliness and fear to amazement and wonder. I still feel sad, scared and the terrible loss of my love. But I am learning to temper it sometimes....Or maybe just to carry it along with the occasional positive feeling as well. I don't know, but I know that it has been a gift. A gift to my broken heart.
Ca’ di Pesa Magic
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