Life is weird and has changed so much since March. Since the pandemic began my fiancée, her son and I have moved into a nice quiet townhouse to begin a new and interesting life together. It is with love that most of this has been accomplished. Yes, there has been stressful moments, tears and anxiety, we have managed to pull through most of that and have found a modicum of tranquil moments in our little bubble.
We are both outgoing in our own ways but we are also introverted in an extroverted way. While some of our “life” is in a kind of bad weather holding pattern, we both know that when the so called weather clears up that some things will slowly come back and if they don’t then so be it. We have a whole country to explore and a life to build together. It has some struggles and other “life events” that will be worked through but it will be done together and with love for each other and those around us.
My studio work is on an indefinite hold and am trying to sort out a variety of safe ways I can carry on with some of my key subjects but that is not easy as some of them have fairly carefree approaches to life. That is fine and I will deal with it all as I move along, if I do. I have a number of images which I am reworking along with technical data and the usual story-line so that I have a continuous line that will have some sense to it. To be quite frank I have a hard time believing that anyone else can continue in this industry without major changes and so far I see a lot of guidelines being ignored all for the sake of an image.
I am hoping to post more here as well as imagery that reflects my work among other things. It has been a trial to find the motivation and drive to carry on in many respects but careful thought, planning, love and support as well as copious amounts of Hickory Sticks has all helped.
Christmas is approaching and for all of us it will be very different. We have no idea what health department guidelines will dictate as far as family being together. But I fear that many will be alone this year with no place to go. It is heartbreaking in many ways for me but I do know I will be with my little family here and really don’t know what the rest of the day will bring.
My father was a guiding spirit at Christmas and I believe he still is in some spiritual way. It is never far back in my mind and I still remember his smooth voice singing carols in church on Christmas Eve. He still had the voice of an angel despite losing most of his hearing.
I will always celebrate the season in my own way with music, the thought of Christ and hoping for peace and good will for all.
