Watched the documentary on Annie Leibovitz - Life Through a Lens, last night.
It's rare that I study a photographer; I find my inspiration in musicians, authors and painters. With that said I thoroughly enjoyed the Leibovitz doc, you can see a clip (here).
A few mornings ago I awoke to the first snowfall of the season. Magical, the snow blanketing the land, it conjures up the dreamer in me.
The first thing I think about is going out at night and doing some night photography. Using the snow lined landscape and the moon as my light source bouncing and reflecting off one another.
Tonight the moon's phase will be slightly less than a full moon hopefully providing me with a haunting glow. A mystic dream of light dancing on the water tops.
At this time last year I was lying in bed sick for days (months) on end. At this moment I am feeling the need to create. There is rebirth in the act of creating; new life born from the dreams of doing something new. I like that.
Photos to come….
Hallelujah, Jeff Buckley sings in the background, the aroma of coffee fills the air and I think about how to keep warm in the twilight.
People have been reaching out to me as of late asking for words of inspiration on dealing with their illness, life and death. I hope you find comfort in these words.
The chattering turned into a deafening explosion
The words dropped from his lips
Breath and smile
Repeat
Last thing you will get to do: breathe!
Create something new...
