i have loved deb taylor from What's Deb Doing from afar for quite some time. she is in Florida and i am in michigan...but distance did not stop us from becoming friends. she is a free spirit with a love of life no matter where she is. she invited me to join a virtual blog tour...and i instantly said yes. you can find deb here...where you will see how she answered the questions i have answered. thanks soooooo much deb.
i am suppose to, in turn, answer my questions...so here they are. thanks for sitting with me a spell.
What are you currently working on?
I am currently working on me. A work in progress. As a mom, my mid-twenties to present have been doing for my children. A job, I wouldn't trade. My youngest is 15 and still has mom time left to go...but soon my selfish side will take over and I will grow into loving the me I am becoming. The me, that has quietly taken the sidelines. I think that this is the time that we as women come to...the
“now it's about me” time. What a scary, wonderful place to be.
How does your work differ from others of its genre?
I have always had an artistic eye, but never the time to do anything with it. Growing a family takes money...therefore I work a nine to five in the world of occupational therapy. But. Whenever I can. I get behind my camera. I see things that others might not notice. I take shots that are off center. I take shots of my wine glass in the sunset because the wine turns the real life image into an upside down version of itself. Who takes delight in that?...me! I never grow tired of it. A bee...gathering pollen from a flower. The tulip that holds onto a raindrop after a late afternoon shower...the drop glistening with the sunset as a backdrop. The newness of life transformed from a caterpillar to a butterfly. Catching the dew on a spider web, with the first morning sun showing their hiding place. Capturing the wonderment in a child's eyes ...finding the ordinary and making it extraordinary!
Why do you write/create what you do?
I use a lot of quotes and sayings in my blog. And more times than not. The “writings” tie into what I was feeling when I captured the image. I am in no way a writer. But I love words. I love how the right words, at the right time...can bring you to tears. I love others words. I am in awe of writers. I love that I can find words to express just the way I am feeling. I love when others words come to me and comfort me...just when I need it the most. I create my blog...in hopes that I am able to touch others with my images and the messages I choose to attach to the images. I want one still frame to touch others. I want one still frame to be a place to come to...a place where it's okay to just breathe. To feel the emotion you didn't know you needed to feel...until you sat with me.“She was beautiful,
but not like those girls in the magazines.
She was beautiful,
for the way she thought.
She was beautiful,
for that sparkle in her eyes
when she talked about something she loved.
She was beautiful,
for her ability to make other people smile,
even if she was sad.
No, she wasn't beautiful for something
as temporary as her looks.
She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.”
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald ~
How does your writing/creating process work?
As I said earlier...i spend a lot of time on my porch, rocking in my rocker. Time looking at my flowers, watching the humming birds come in to drink sweet nectar, listening to the melodious sounds of my beloved robins. I am so at peace in my backyard, a yard that I grew up in as a child...a yard I am blessed to live in now as a grown women. This place, that provides a calmness, a contentment...is the backdrop of my creative process. When you are at peace, the simplest things make your heart soar...that is my creative process, that is where my images live. In my contentment. In my love for simple. In my desire to just BE.
After a while, you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and changing a soul.
You begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises.
And you start to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open.
You learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain.
After a while, you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
You learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.
You learn that with every goodbye, there’s a hello.
Take chances. Tell the truth.
Date someone totally wrong for you.
Say no. Spend all your cash. Fall in love. Be random.
Say I love you. Cry. Apologize. Tell someone how much they mean to you.
Drink until the bottle’s empty. Sing out loud.
Tell an asshole how you feel.
Let someone know what they’re missing.
Laugh until your stomach hurts.
Veronica A. Shoffstall
enjoy the moments.