In going through some old stuff for scrapbooking...
Well, my version of scrapbooking, which is more like junk journalling I guess...
I stumbled across this old print from a collection I did some years back.
I decided I wanted to do a transfer to canvas.
I haven't yet decided if I'd like to do more with it or bring back the incomplete story-line of that series of photos..
But it sure makes me miss my soul-sister and our adventures.
Brene Brown- "Atlas of the Heart" (great book) talks about "nostalgia"
And that is definitely the sensation that rose in me while working on this.
The photo-
Was taken looking down to the bottom of a broken silo.
Wendy and her friend, nestled down in the cement hollow- sitting on rotten wood and age-old straw, overgrown with weeds and vines.
Nature swallowing nature.
Like many of the adventures taken- it was a little skulking on abandoned property.
Poking around the places that give you infections if you get jabbed.
To find that broken beauty I was desperately searching for and obsessively pursuing.
I used to say "be careful- I don't pay compensation"
Before and after positioning for the shot.
I miss doing that.
I miss the togetherness and creative flow that came from trying to get "the perfect shot".
The connection to seeing it- getting and capturing it...and then trying to name it.
Hats' off to that!
Time goes by, and I haven't done an adventure shoot in years...
I should again.
And if shoulds' had a dime, I would be rich.
Take good care.