Walking the Back woods.
Chadd and Donna walk in beauty.
I've just returned home from a marvelous and deep weekend spent with my mother and sister. They allowed me to photograph them for my project. Photographing people whom I have an intimate connection with, is becoming one the most profound artistic experiences I've ever embarked upon.
Spirit work, as I practice seeing...This photograph captured with my vintage Nikon lens takes my breath away...In that moment, I was looking toward the light...
Summer peonies through the 85MM lens I rented from borrowlenses.com. Really enjoying this process and all that I am learning.
There is no place more humbling than the bottom of a hill...I'm back at it. 5 days of running the trails around the lake. It's been difficult...However, today's time was minute faster than yesterday's time. I am humbled and grateful for this practice. I will never give up running. I hope to run 'til the end of my days...
I'm in the midst of creating new work. As part of my creative process, I am reflecting on older works. This was part of my Spreading Centers series artist statement.
Time outdoors is essential to my creative process. In nature, I breathe reflection. I am centered. I am focused. I know that I am blessed. I am grateful. And the new work taking shape inside my studio has me singing songs of praise.
I've been trekking miles through the open snow. The effort makes for immediacy and focus. The field snow is ice crusted and deep. My 30" snow shoes do well in keeping me on top of the snow, still they tend to get stuck in the pull through the ice. As I'm trekking, I'm already thinking of how I will need another expedition type of snowshoe for this kind of adventure. Nonetheless, I am grateful and exhilarated by how well I am making my way across the open field.
In nature, I am rejuvenated and hopeful. This exercise feeds my work.
Snow days are an excellent opportunity to recalibrate and center oneself. Gratitude.
4 mile run. Done. I've been reading MLK for inspiration, peace of mind and lessons for the way forward. Onward!
Today, two days after the 2016 Presidential election, I am still trying to figure out what ground I am standing on. Is this earth? What country is this? Who are we? Donald J. Trump was elected President of the United States of America.
Sunday was spent chopping wood. There's a big pile that's been seasoning for over 5 years. The wood from the organic yard is imperfect and asymmetrical. Richard does a great job with the log splitter. Still, the logs end up being differing widths and lengths. Most importantly, the wood is cut to the right length for our wood burning stove. Our wood stack would not be featured in Architectural Digest. Our wood stack is eccentric in the way it fits together. Of course, none of this matters in the end when one picks up a log to throw into the stove from the Wabi Sabi decaying wood stack.
©Shelita Birchett Benash
I found a private lake today. I paid to enter and found myself on the most beautiful trail. I'm going to keep this place a secret. I will run the trails there through this winter. As I marveled my way around the lakeside, I could hear God say, " You're welcome."