One Word Friday

Have you chosen your word, or did your word choose you?

How are you going to keep it in the forefront this year? I found a verse from on the books of the Apocrypha, Wisdom 3:9, that speaks to the idea of what it means to abide.

Those who trust in him understand truth,

and the faithful will abide with him in love,

because grace and mercy are with his holy ones,

and he watches over his elect.

I used my new Cricut machine to cut out the words of this verse to make a canvas. Right now, this canvas is hanging on the Christmas stocking hangers in the living room because I haven’t decided where to put the canvas for the year.

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Sometimes, our words make us feel uncomfortable. “Abide” makes me uncomfortable. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to abide in right now. Is it words? Gracious, I’ve been reading a whole heck of a lot recently, so I guess I am abiding in those words that I am reading.

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Is it “art”? I have started a daily art journal practice, of sorts, following the ideas of Gina Rossi Armfield’s No Excuses Art Journaling, as well incorporating ideas from Theresa Reobinson’s Right Brain Planner. Each day I record a little bit about my day—a color that I like or that suits my mood, a word to guide me through the day or that expresses my feelings or my mood, a simple drawing of the weather. I use a ittle watercolor, or acrylic paint, a dip pen and India ink and sometimes I write some song lyrics to describe the weather. (Do you know how many songs there are about RAIN? I am beginning to find out!) Another thing I am trying to do is to record more images of the ordinary things around me, not necessarily every day, but several times a week. This week, I have photographed the orchids that are blooming in my home. I have two windowsills full of “moth” orchids, and one oncidium orchid.

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This week, I am “abiding” in the joy of these new blooms, the color that they add to the room, and the feeling of lightness that they are bringing to me, after a fall and early winter of grief.

This week, I invite you to find a way to abide with your word. Use it in art. Write it on sticky-notes and put those colorful squares where you will see them throughout your day.

And when that word feels uncomfortable, abide in the dis-ease it brings to you. That discomfort may be telling you that this is the word you need for the this time.

Photojournal Monday—Out on a Limb

I think I am an online class junkie. I signed up for three classes, at least they are “sort of” classes: Ali Edwards’ One Little Word, Art to the Fifth’s Documented Life Project: the unPlanner 2016, and Theresa Robinson’s Right Brain Planner four-week class. (Am I nuts?) Notice I’m not taking any photography classes right now? Nope. It’s not that I don’t want to, but I need to focus on the ones I’ve signed up for that I haven’t finished yet! There’s the Photoshop Artistry class that I’m half-way through. And there are the saved lessons from Kim Manley Ort’s classes, and a couple of others from Katrina Kennedy. I need to find my focus, literally and figuratively.

The classes that have my attention right now are Documented Life Project and the Right-Brain Planner classes. For several years, I made and kept a mini-album I called “The Book of Days.” I used a variety of techniques to create calendars and then throughout the month, I would record snippets of my days. The DLP is similar. Someone else, though, has done the hard work of creating the templates! Thank you, DLP leaders!

In the DLP class, the theme for January is “Out on a Limb: Trying New Things.” Art journaling is a new thing for me. I’ve dabbled at it, but nothing seemed to take. Then I discovered this year, the No Excuses approach to art journaling, which led to the Documented Life Project 2015 (I just glimpsed it, didn’t sign up), and finally to Right-Brain planning. I have a mess. So, my limb is art journaling.

As a photographer, though, I have to include photographs and images in my journal. One way to do that is to create photo flimstrips. I think I love them. I can print out a strip, trim it down, and tape into my “unplanner” or art journal and have a record of my week or day or month—which ever I choose to document. I am not worried about whether my journals or planners are archival safe right now. I’m just working with the here and now. This project is for ME, not necessarily for posterity. If there is one thing that losing things in two house fires almost back to back has taught me is that the things of this world are just temporary.

So, here is my first filmstrip:

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When I walked through Dreher Island Sunday afternoon, my photography “goal” or intention was to look for images that represented the literal aspect of this month’s DLP theme: Out on a Limb. I discovered that the hard part was finding isolated limbs. One of the things I love about photographing nature during winter is the graphic nature of things. Bare trees are lines and shapes and angles and curves. As you can see from a couple of the images I chose, I used backlighting to create a silhouette effect, and that just emphasizes the graphic qualities. I can see that I will use this template often to create a snippet of my walks and days and weeks and months.

January 1—Time to Reframe

Today is New Year’s Day, that day we set aside to announce to the world (or as I say sometimes, to “God and everybody”) out New Year’s Resolutions. You know, those things that we say we are going to commit ourselves to accomplish in the coming year.

I’ve made resolutions. And after about a week, I’ve forgotten them.

Then I “met” Ali Edwards through the late Big Picture Scrapbooking website and found her year-long class “One Little Word.” (By the way, it’s still available on her website, aliedwards.com.) Instead of making resolutions that we will either forget or just not keep, she recommends that we think of a word that will express what we want to get out of the coming year. The more complex the word, the richer the results. I liked that idea, and I dove in. I mean, how often can you buy a year-long online class for $31.00 or so! Seriously! The content was wonderful. (Now, if I could only complete all the activities and finish that darn One Little Word Scrapbook. I did read every single lesson, though. . . . .)

Then, in the last year or so, I met another online friend, a photographer and printmaker, Jennifer Upton. Her work is so swoon-worthy! She taught an online class called “Reframe,” in which she encouraged us to look at our everyday with new eyes and see the beauty in the ordinary and mundane and chaos. That class and those ideas have resonated with me for a while.

Last year, my word was “seek.” I am in a place in my life where I am seeking things out—learning new things, experimenting with things, discovering things. For instance, during one of my last medical checkups, my liver enzymes were high, and the doctor told me to stop taking products like Tylenol. Well, what’s a migraine sufferer supposed to do if she can’t take the one product that produces some results (Excedrin Migraine formula and the generic versions of such). I had to “seek” alternative relief. Thank goodness for the Internet and my job teaching at a college where the instructors are nurses, pharmacy technicians, or pharmacists! I found essential oils that relief my pain! That is just one way that my word last year helped me. This year, when I went for my physical exam, my liver enzymes were normal, my lipid panel was “Great!”. Now, I need to implement that word “seek” to find ways to lower my blood pressure and blood sugar. I’m seeking in November and December a healthier lifestyle. I’m not resolving to go on a diet or go to the gym three times a week or any other practice. I am seeking out healthier choices and seeking ways to implement exercise into my routines.

As I write this (in December), I haven’t yet settled on my word, although I am close. There are some words that shimmer and that I come to. Over the next four weeks, I am joining a ReFrame community to explore how to incorporate a “one word” into my practices. You can follow along with me on Mondays here on the blog.

So, let’s get started. If you haven’t already found your word (or perhaps it found you), these are some ways to start:

1. List the things you want to achieve or do in the coming year. It may be something like traveling, preparing for retirement, learning a new craft, finding new, healthier practices, reading a book a week, or something like that.

2. List some words that “embody” those goals. For example, you could choose the verbs from the sentences you wrote for #1—travel, retire, learn, etc. Here are some additional thoughts about the words you might list:

a.  Nouns name things or qualities. So maybe, like my year this year, you have experienced events that caused you grief. You might want to focus on “joy” in the coming year. Try to make those nouns very specific. For example, “happiness” or “success” do name qualities that we might pursue, but we may be able to name the emotion more specifically. (More on that in a minute.

b. Verbs are action words. You may want to choose an action verb to help you “do” those things you want to accomplish.

c. Adjectives describe things. So again, perhaps you may want to be more “joyful” or more “grateful” or “loving”. As with the nouns, try to be as specific as possible.

3. After you have spent some time brainstorming words, choose the ones that seem to “shimmer” or stand out (I’m borrowing language from Christine Valters Paintner, Eyes of the Heart, when she talks about receiving images to photograph during contemplative walks). Look those words up in a dictionary and/or a thesaurus. You might even go so far as create clusters with these words. Look at the synonyms and antonyms. Notice how the connotations change with each word. Perhaps one of those synonyms is a better fit for you than the original word. (This tip comes from Ali Edwards.)

4. After narrowing your list to a few (two or three), let the words sit with you a bit over the next week. Meditate on that word. During your day, see whether that word fits into your personal and/or work life.

I would love to see what words you have chosen for 2016. You can leave your word in the comments below. I’ll see you next week!

Edited: If you’ve followed me this week, then you know that I have selected the word “Abide” as my word for 2016.

More on Expression—The Contemplative Photography Journey

I usually walk around the pond. Today, I wanted to walk around the island. I had made plans to walk with a friend—until the headache struck. It finally let go in the afternoon, and after going to the bank and doing errands, I stopped at the state park to walk. Of course, I took the camera with me.

Contemplative photography practices are designed to help us pay attention to what’s in front of us. But I’m a long-time English teacher, so there’s an element of “interpretation,” if you will, with any photograph. Freeman Patterson talks about this some in his book Photography and the Art of Seeing. There is an element of emotional response in the scene and the photograph.

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I have to confess that I am an introvert (albeit a somewhat extroverted introvert at times). I enjoy those solitary walks, and this afternoon was no different. I think sometimes, my images pick up on this feeling of solitude.

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A solitary leaf.

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A secluded cove.

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An old chimney and a vine growing between the cracks.

They may be solitary things, but they are full of promise.

Contemplative Photography—Expression and Vision

I have lost count of where I am in this thirty-one day blog challenge. Today is the eighteenth day of the month.

Yesterday, I roamed around the pond with the camera, still searching for and finding all kinds of beauty. I passed my other “secret” garden, the one that is so secret it doesn’t know it’s a garden. I sowed a variety of flower seeds, including wildflowers, zinnias, poppies, and others. The problem: only the zinnias came up. The solution: they have been blooming like crazy now that we are past the heat of the summer.

And the bonus: the flowers are attracting butterflies!

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Freeman Patterson talks about the role of expression in photography. He argues that there are two kinds of expression: the expression that the subject shows us (joy, peace, sorrow, excitement, etc.) and the self-expression of the photographer. He poses two questions that are essential for all photographers to answer before making the image:

  • What is expressed?
  • How is it expressed?

I stalked the butterfly, one of two that were flitting around the zinnias. (Do you know how hard it is to get butterflies to be still long enough to compose a photograph and then manually focus the lens?) Butterflies represent freedom to me, the ability to pick up and move as the spirit moves. They also represent delicate beauty. As it is October, there is also a feeling of fleeting beauty. It won’t be long before it is too cold for butterflies or zinnias.

I think by isolating the zinnia and the butterfly from the rest of the garden, I emphasized that idea of the end of the summer. The zinnia is in some ways past its prime. I also wanted to create a feeling of “age.” Therefore, I used a couple of textures from Photomorphis to create the vintage feel.

Day 5: What Happens When the Camera Goes Silent

Today, when I write this, it is October 4. Today, my beloved South Carolina is experiencing a disaster unlike anything I’ve ever seen. We’ve had about a foot of rain, and it’s still coming. The creeks and rivers are flooding. Streets and roads and bridges are washing out.

I am in a state of shock. There are no words to express the sorrow. There are no words to express the horror of what we are seeing.

People have lost their homes, their cars, their possessions.

Several people have lost their lives.

I have not gone out into the weather to see what’s happening. I am watching the water rise in the pond, though. I cannot even take pictures.

Contemplative photography, though, invites me to be mindful, to be still, to listen, and to be still.

Today, there are no images. Today, the camera is silent.

Day 4: ReFraming the Gloom and Finding the Warmth

 

Here in South Carolina, we have had almost two weeks of clouds, rain, drizzle, and humidity. It’s hard to believe that just about two weeks ago, we welcomed the first day of fall. I need some sun and some vitamin D therapy.

It’s hard to see beauty when it is raining day after day.

I looked through some recent images and found this hibiscus bud.

It is not spring, not even close, but the bud reminds me of warm, sunny days with a hint of the crispness of fall.

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Day 2: The Path

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Every journey begins somewhere. And, of course, it ends.

But sometimes, we don’t know where that journey will take us.

There is a path through the woods, and there is something new behind the tree or around the curve.

Robert Frost said that taking the path less traveled can make all the difference.

I am following this new path.

The Artist’s Rule

Am I brave enough to tackle this? I started (re)reading The Artist’s Rule by Christine Valters Paintner again. Yeah, I know there’s some redundancy there with “re” and “again,” but you see, I reread and read this book again and again. I keep coming back to some basic principles that are tugging at me.

This time around, I am going to issue an invitation. If you would like to join me to read this book and put some of the ideas into practice—and make them a practice—please join me. And seriously, I’m going to make it so that if you don’t have the book, you can still practice along with me.

Here’s my “problem.” I think I understand the technical aspects of photography and how to use my camera appropriately. I have an understanding of the exposure triangle and composition (rule of thirds). I understand the concepts of focal length of lenses and depth of field. I even do a pretty good job of editing in Lightroom and Photoshop. I have a decent artistic eye, and I know what I like (and don’t like). I do enjoy trying to push myself artistically.

But photography is not just about creating “fine art.” Yes, I’d love to see some of my images hanging on someone’s wall one day. (I suppose I should start with my own walls, right?) But I am more about expressing myself through the art of photography. I am so about looking at the world as the beautiful creation that it is.

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This is where the concept of “contemplative photography” comes into play for me. Contemplative photography is more than just about taking nature walks with a camera in hand. It is about seeing the everyday with different eyes. I walk through the state park, and see a leaf on the pavement. I am drawn to its shape, its color, and the contrast with the pavement itself. One is “soft;” the other, rather hard and unforgiving (especially when I trip over my own feet). If I look even closer and perhaps deeper, I see the patterns of veins and stems through the leaf. Thus it becomes more than a maple or sycamore or elm or oak leaf. And yet it is what it is. Nothing more; nothing less.

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Contemplative photographer begs me to soften my gaze even. Things I might have ignored before, I see now. I look up, down, around. . . . . I notice color, shape, texture, pattern. And at times, I try to see “meaning.” I think that’s the English teacher/literary scholar in me coming out at times.

I would like you join me over the next few weeks to explore the ideas from Paintner’s book with me. You can Facebook me, or comment below. I’ll be here.

ReFrame

There are times I live within a frame. In a speech communications course I taught in the past, we discussed that we have a “frame of reference” that influences how we all communicate and how we receive communications. Included in that frame are our family backgrounds and experiences, our education background, socioeconomic class, values, religious/spiritual beliefs, cultural background, and a host of other influences. These things affect the way we see the world as well.

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I am in need of reframing things. I noticed that I have not posted anything in over a month. I’ve written nothing since July 24. It seems longer than that. So much has happened in the last month and a week: my father had two hospitalizations; I taught four sections of English Composition and Written Communication; my father passed away; a close friend, cousin, and neighbor (same person—all of the above) also passed away suddenly. Although I have been on a short hiatus from teaching, it seems that time has slowed down.

I admit that my grief has held me back. I have not wanted to see the world and its wonders and gifts. I admit that I have been merely putting one foot in front of the other and doing only those things that must be done. But now, I feel the call to move forward and to do something to move forward. It is time to “reframe.”

We all know what a frame is: it is a square or rectangle or circle or whatever shape that you want to enclose something, usually something like a picture or painting or photograph or perhaps even a certificate, a letter, a first paycheck. . . . The frame encloses it. In photographic language, the frame is what we see when we look through the view finder of the camera. We look at the world through a frame that includes and excludes things.

Sometimes, I see the same things. During the last two weeks, I have seen the world through the frame of grief. As a wise physician’s assistant told me when he declared that my arm had healed, it is time to start living again. The wound has healed over; now it is time to get back into the world. Thus, I begin to reframe.

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Google definitions points out two meanings of reframe: “1. to place (a picture or photograph) in a new frame; 2. frame or express (words or a concept or plan) differently.” Over the next several weeks, my plan for this space is to reframe it as I begin to reframe my vision of the world, not through the frame of grief, although I admit that I am not through grieving, but through eyes that will celebrate the beauty of every day life—even when the beauty is framed with grieving.

During September, and perhaps even into October, I am exploring what it means to see and to express life differently. I hope that you will join me in this new time.

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