Is it too early yet to wish all my readers a happy New Year. Let’s all hope for change – for medical discoveries, for politicians and business leaders who actually enact new laws to do something substantial about climate change, for each of us to see how we can be better people. Early or not, I wish you all a happy, healthy and fulfilling 2022.
This is what the world looked like a few days ago when I opened the blinds after heading downstairs from bed. It’s also how it feels inside my head. I’d intended to end the year’s posts with another photo of festive illuminations, but, as I wrote yesterday with one thing and another, I never took my camera out again into crowded places for days before Christmas. I’m still considering how to move on when my thinking can see through the mental fog.
There seem to be several possibilities. One that immediately comes to mind is for me to serialise a couple of the stories that I first wrote – as I did with Regarding Melissa and New Tangled Tango. At the time, all that I did was to write about the writing process for the stories. I don’t think that there will be many of my current readers who even know what I was writing about then.
Another possibility would be to write about how my photography has changed in the past two years. Writing about things that I’ve learned that I wish I’d known then. That might be boring for people expecting to read something less serious.
I don’t think that my muse is co-operating with stimulating new fictional story ideas though – and it does tend to be all-consuming once the creative juices start to flow – even if the ideas only appeal to me. I’m not a professional writer. It began as a challenge from my stepdaughter when Covid became a national and international threat – and there was nothing else to do in our self-imposed isolation for so many months. Once I’d started, I never knew where each story would take me and I knew that I was writing just for myself. I never had, or have, any ambition to take it further.
The mist is clearing a bit now. One thing that I could do in the meantime – until I have thought through the ideas of serialising old stories – is write about photo walks that I’ve been doing since I started posting A New Tangled Tango.
That way, at least you might get to see, and perhaps enjoy, seeing those places through my eyes.
All of today’s photos including the Photo of the Day were taken this month while I was taking my stepdaughter’s dog for a walk. The one above, however, is of something I saw when driving home later that morning. I had to stop for the roadworks traffic lights and noticed how the red light gleamed in the fog, how its colour was paired with the red of the accompanying sign, and how both were reflected in the roadside puddle. You may disagree – that’s your entitlement – but I thought that it was worth walking back to for a photo.
My featured photo is another from the walk. Again, it was the bright red berries in the mist that caught my eye and the moisture from the mist forming droplets on them. Somehow, the berries spoke of new growth to come. Perhaps they were talking to me.
EXIF data: All photographs were taken using my Fujifilm X-T4 26 MP cropped-sensor, mirrorless camera together with A Fujinon XF 50 mm f/2 lens. Shutter speed 1/75 secs @f/2 and 50 mm. ISO was 160.