Sooner or later it happens to all artists: you just can't seem to come up with anything new. Nothing to write about, nothing to paint. Just blank pages, a blank canvas. I can't say I'm suffering from writer's block, or painter's block: I've just run out of energy. Been working on several commissions, and I have more coming up. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I guess I'm EXplaining. The idea of taking a photo a day, and writing a mini-poem a day, seemed easy enough in the beginning. But a month into this project, I hit a wall. The view from the back porch looked the same, every day. Even the drive to and from work: the same. I'd write a few lines, snap a few pictures, but nothing really clicked for me. And then I thought, well, isn't that the way life is? You can't expect every word to be worthy of a Pulitzer, or take a National Geographic photo, or paint a masterpiece. The whole point of this project was to record, for myself, a photographic and written journal of a year in my life. And sometimes my life is pretty darn boring. And sometimes I am not very creative, and just want to stay in my jammies!
So I took a little time and did just that. I watched TV (specifically Whitney Houston's funeral), which made me realize how precious life is, and not to take for granted the special gifts we're all given. I slept late. I ate junk food and spent an entire day in pajamas. And then I woke up this morning and said, SNAP OUT OF IT! Grabbed my camera, and my notebook, and got busy.
I'm not going to post all the pictures I took because most are pretty crappy. And I didn't write anything at all until today. I took the photo above from my back porch--and yes, I was in my pj's. I don't know if this is the same blue jay, but last summer there was a blue jay who decided the yard was his--and he would follow me from birdfeeder to birdfeeder, squawking at me or scolding me for slacking on the peanuts.
And here's the mini-poem, or micro-thought for the day:
High in the oak, wrens chatter greetings
as Morning elbows past Night.
Cow silhouettes trudge single file
toward breakfast and another day