Some people are always relaxed no matter what they’re doing
I tend to be a bit high strung at times, especially when my schedule is too full and something goes wrong. This would be why I’m on high blood pressure medication. Stress and I do not have an amicable relationship. The more I try to relax and not overload my schedule, the more stress fights back by adding things I neither wanted or needed in my day. This is one of those aspects I’ve come to accept as a part of life.
The young woman in these pictures gets stressed as well. I’d be lying to infer that she doesn’t. And I’m sure there are moments when she gets as frustrated as anyone else. The difference is that I never see her when she is stressed or frustrated. She may text Kat, or fuss at her partner, but by the time I get wind of any of it the whole matter has blown over. So, from my perspective, she’s totally chill. Always.
Carefully lit black-and-white photographs do a good job of communicating a level of casual ease, in my opinion. Regardless of what’s actually going on in the image, the tone of the photograph removes the intensity that comes with color. The emotion, even when it’s sadness or grief, carries a sense of resignation or acceptance that color doesn’t quite muster. As a result, when we start with a casual scene from the beginning, what we hopefully achieve is a level of relaxation that is seductive not in its content but in its emotion.
Judge for yourself. Click on any of the thumbnails below to view the images full screen.
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Here We Go Again On Our Own
Wear a mask, wash your hands, protect what’s important
What we have this week is the second set of photos from a group we shot back in September when it was still, barely, warm enough to be running around naked in the woods. At that point in time, we were fairly hopeful. COVID-19 numbers were down. Schools were slowly starting back. Bars and restaurants were opening. While we knew there was a good chance of a second wave, it was still a while off.
Now, I look at these pictures and wish I’d taken more. Lots more. As much as I’d love to call Ashley and say, “Hey, meet me…” I don’t dare. Coronavirus infection rates are the highest they’ve ever been. As of the particular moment when I’m typing this, the United States has seen more than twelve million cases and just crossed 250,000 deaths. Our daughter, who had been enjoying going to school and seeing her friends, will now be back at home learning remotely starting Monday. All schools in the county are completely closed to in-person instruction. That bars and restaurants haven’t done the same is more cowardice and lack of supportive action on the part of lawmakers than it is any reasonable form of science.
One of the most difficult parts of this past week was making the decision to not participate in family Thanksgiving celebrations, despite them being small. They’ll only include two more people than normal, but they’re people outside my normal bubble and one of them works in retail, exposed to a plethora of people with little consideration for anyone else. Making that decision more difficult is that our youngest son’s birthday falls on the same day. We’ve promised him an additional celebration at home, but it’s not the same. There are no friends coming over for a party, no sharing cupcakes with classmates.
Of all the songs running through my mind right now, perhaps the most relevant is Whitesnake’s 1987 hit, Here I Go Again.
I know I’m not the only one feeling this way. Millions of people who would normally be spending portions of this week with large gatherings of family are either staying home or severely limiting the number of people around them. Across the country, there are more than 250,000 chairs that empty and most of them didn’t have to be. We, as a country, continue to be irresponsible.
So, here we are, on our own, out in the woods, staying several feet apart from each other. We can look at the pictures and enjoy the beauty and, perhaps, for a moment, forget how unforgivingly horrid this year has been on so many different levels. Perhaps next year will bring more opportunities to be more adventurous. For the moment, we are thankful for the time we had.
Enjoy.
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