It is one of those days - when creative juices don't flow, hand refuses to create graceful lines and color combinations are uninspiring. I have quite a few of those days. I have learned to expect and accept the ebb and flow of this creative energy. Maybe not completely accept it. I still get frustrated and filled with doubt about my capabilities. It's not pretty.
So I play, with my camera, taking pictures of my beautiful Montana. Sometimes stretched on my bed with his tail dangling down or curled up in his bed, always so graceful. The chance to chronicle Montana and Ayan's life, through my lens, is an unexpected perk of being a mom. These sessions always fill me with gratitude, gets me out of me head and helps me see things in perspective.
Of late my mind has been drifting off, contemplating my mortality and inevitably worrying about my legacy. Capturing these fleeting moments, that otherwise would disappear into ether, is a legacy that I feel very fortunate to leave behind.