Bloom where you are planted Jen, bloom.

 

It’s hot, and I was running around with a long lens, and heavy camera in hand sweating. I don’t like sweating, nor do I like the humid heat of this Lower Mainland.  It’s too hot, did I mention that?  Muttering to myself, “can’t find a old board in this stinking city condo to save my life,” well, it was hot, and I was on a mission, and not enjoying it one bit.

My goal was to find some old weathered surface to use as a background for a shot that was pounding in my head.  You know the kind, they are hammering to get out and onto the computer, or made into a project so loudly, that you can visualize it finished. 

This was no vague fluttering butterfly in my dreams, this was a “do it, and do it now, before summer is finished” kind of vision.  The hydrangeas were the perfect shade of lime green and blue, the starfish was waiting on my work desk, and I had to get motivated to do this, before the hydrangeas faded.

There was only one problem, we live in a city condo, where would I find weathered old grey boards? 

Well I certainly knew one very good stash of all sorts of fence posts, knotted old barbed wire, birds nests, and fence boards, acres of them. My sister’s farm in Armstrong, a haven of textures, colors, patinas, and a photographers dream, one that was 5 hours away from this hot plastic condo world I currently inhabit. 

Armstrong is also where my heart is, and somewhere out there is a farm for us. 

Bloom where you are planted Jen, bloom. 

You might not like it, but this is where you are in this stage of your life, and learn to be grateful for that.

Lesson learned, not liked, learned. But thank you very much.

Now help me find a weathered old board for my background. 

And there it was, not one surface, but two. Right in front of me all this time.

Here I had been lamenting the lack of good blooms to shoot, complaining because everything on my deck was sad, tired, and hot, the beach was too crowded, and there was no parking. 

But right in front of me is the perfect old weathered potting tray, and out in the community garden is a gorgeous grey, weathered, rickety old table.

Life is good, again.  Bloom where you are planted, and learn to be grateful for what you have Jen, you have so much more then you realize.

 

Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams