contemplation space
When J had to drop off some of her ceramics work for an art exhibition to a village on Bodmin Moor yesterday, I went along too, on the promise of a moorland walk and a pub lunch.
As ever with J, the plans didn't quite match the reality. The moorland walk became a woodland walk, and the pub lunch became a toasted teacake and a cup of tea in the village's Community Shop and Cafe afterwards.
It was a fine day, the woodland was waking up from its winter dormancy, and I think if I hadn't had both J and the dog with me, I would have taken more photographs.
That's the thing with photography, it feels like you get more out of a walk when you can wander along and observe things in your own way. You can stop and explore angles and compositions how you like, being in your own head with your own thoughts, instead of always keeping an eye out for where the dog actually is, and conversing with whatever companion you are walking with (who in my case is significantly more chatty than me).
I actually stopped and took a picture three times. Yes, I saw the potential for a lot more but didn't want to bore J and delay the walk with my possibly long and silent contemplations and adjustments to viewpoint or camera settings.
Or answer the inevitable questions that are causing me to jump out of contemplative mode and in to 'what words do I need to explain what I'm doing' mode. It's like she needs a running commentary, and my commentary internally is anything but running intelligibly - its more like the TV remote is madly changing channels as it's being chewed by the dog.
But taking the positives, I did actually have enough motivation to take a camera out with me, so that's progress.
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