If you want to find out how ".....was....." started, click here.
So as I said last week, I have been mulling this over for a very long time, but didn't have enough photos for a strong start. I was hoping for a "if you start it, the photos will come." Within seconds after hitting the "publish" button last week, I found out a service person was coming, someone I didn't want to talk with for various reasons. I was pissed that I either had to be home with him in an awkward angry silence or abandon my plans to bead in the workshop all day and leave while he worked. I opted to leave. Why be with someone when I can be alone?
I grabbed the camera, drove to the reservoir, parked the car, and hit the woods, alone for the first time in forever. I used to cherish being alone in the woods. It was my favorite, FAVORITE thing to do. But kids, safety, blah blah blah has prevented me from doing it for the past 16 years. I felt so alive and so much like ME. I reconnected with my confidence and my strength and my thoughts and my power. I did contemplate briefly how to fend off a bear, but beyond that, it was completely worry free and cleansing.
I knew this old bridge was here but never photographed it. Leaving the house and going in the woods, heading in this direction, I made the series photo happen, rather than leaving it up to fate, like I have been doing with these photos.
|Bridge over Reservoir|
So what kind of cars drove over this bridge? And where were they headed? Stories.
I hope to be either less verbal or non-verbal throughout the series and hear your stories instead.