Blue Heron, dawn

Once upon a time, when women were birds, 
there was the simple understanding that 
to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk 
was to heal the world through joy. 
The birds still remember 
what we have forgotten, 
that the world is meant to be 
celebrated.

–Terry Tempest Williams

tree swallow, morning

If you know me personally, or even if you’ve followed me for a while, you’ll know that I’m one of those. It’s something that is simply a part of me — to look at the bright side of life, to see and feel the joy, to celebrate this one achingly short life. Sure, like anyone, I have my low spots. But I don’t dwell in that space.

I’m finding that I’ve been coming back to my real self lately as well. By avoiding Facebook (okay, once/week only to see updates from real friends & family), albeit still at Twitter, this has allowed me to really become active and enthused about what really matters in my life. One of those ‘things’ is photography. The project is teaching me a lot and I’m not referring to technical aspects of photography. I refer to how important it is to focus on — pursue — that which makes your heart sing. The piano does that for me as well, but we don’t need to have a singular focus when it comes to pursuing interests. There is only one drawback to embedding myself in real life more than social media: I’m not getting around to visiting some of my favourite blogs as much, simply because I’m outside or out-and-about more. It also does wonder for a good nights sleep I’ve discovered. Imagine that.

fishing boats at French Creek marina on Vancouver Island, late afternoon

Oh, and there’s another thing. Although I do have a small online shop I’m planning on selling a few of my photographic prints personally rather than through an agency. Although I will still offer a limited number of my prints on fine art Hahnemühle paper for those who wish to frame something up, I’m thinking of going in a different direction than most. I’m going to focus on small prints. Not everyone has room on their walls for oodles of large images. Some people would simply like something small perhaps for their desk, their fridge, or to pin on their bulletin or inspiration board. Maybe a particular print makes a person feel good, maybe it’s a form of inspiration, or perhaps a person merely wants something calming to look at. I’ll share more information once I have a proper plan in place. What do you think?

Thank you to all who visit here, sharing your thoughts, comments, and stories with me. You should know that all your notes make this space a place of joy for me. Wishing you a week ahead filled with bird song at dawn and dusk.

The world is meant to be celebrated!

One thought on “when women were birds”

  1. i think there’s room for all types of sales you’re considering and still a market for those who want larger. i see the larger going for vulgar pricing (to the tune of $6,000 in some cases) in Restoration Hardware and a little less than that in Pottery Barn catalogs, but still out of line. (yes, i still like the catalog alongside the website : – )

    i’ve gotta say, the bird pics are terrific, but the harbor is fantastic. it’s all crowded and bunched up and then the eye goes to the reflections and it’s as if the crowded feel is dissipating away in the waters.

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