I am so blessed to have one of my favourite places on earth just minutes from my front door. We have this fantastic trail that I so love running and walking on. It's a perfect place to take Hadley and let her explore as well as the perfect place to spend time with Joel and the kiddos, good friends, and God. I feel as though I step into a different world when I'm in amongst the beauty of the tall trees that are so lavishly covered with moss. The sound of a rushing creek and the sweet songs from the birds surround me. I feel so at peace in the midst of all His glorious creation, even on the coldest, wettest, dreariest of days. Here are a few images from today's walk with my loved ones.
I know this may be kind of a strange thing to blog about, but as our long dark wintry days slowly unfold into the newness of spring, I am reminded once again of how light plays a role in my life.
My father is photographer, my mom a painter. Both have an eye for design and colour. I suppose this is where my love for light comes from.
While growing up we would take drives through the country often. We would be mid conversation as a family when my dad would suddenly pull the car over to the side of the road, grab his camera and exclaim in great delight how wonderful the light was. After capturing a few images I remember him just standing outside of the car, breathing deep, and simply taking in the beauty of creation aroud him. I so love this about him.
My mom has always been creative. As a child I remember going to school in the morning and returning home to find a newly painted or wallpapered room. Furniture was often moved from room to room to create new spaces and keep life interesting. My mom, like my dad and I, has also always been a lover of light. She will often comment on how the light is filtering through the trees and notice how the light is casting shadows on such a leaf to create such a wonderful depth. She has always inspired me to pursue activities that push my creatively.
One of my favourite things to photograph is capturing children playing in the light. Understanding how light works, bounces, flatters, and changes is all part of the challenge in creating playful or dramatic images.
So as the sun hangs on for a few extra minutes each night, I'm holding onto the hope of a beautiful spring and looking forward to playing more with the gift of light.
I'm not sure what happened. Four years ago I fell in love with running. Like fell really hard for it. I ran nearly every day and I felt great.
Two years ago I began training for my first half marathon. I joined a running clinic and enjoyed running with a group of people regularly. The long winter runs were tough though. I consistently walked around with aching muscles, black and blue toenails on the verge of falling off, blisters the size of a small country, and the constant fear that if I were to get sick I would get behind on my mileage, or worse, not be able to run my race. My race day was in February, and although it was a beautiful clear day, it was cold! Like -5 cold, which meant ice. The race itself wasn't bad, but by the end I was done!
I continue to run a few times a week, but I rarely run with my Garmin. Often I will take my dog, which means the quality of run is never the same, simply because I'm holding a leash, stopping randomly while she sniffs something, or worse, doing her deeds.
So the motivation is lacking. Perhaps it's the lack of new Lulu, or maybe it's simply time to sign up for another 10km race?