Mirrors are lovely things. And I am sure I have talked about them before or at least alluded to them. And this particular mirror and this particular model have shown up before. I like mirrors. They allows us to see ourselves. This is pretty obvious, but they really do allows us to look at ourselves from the outside. A glimpse at ourselves from another perspective. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. But the picture isn’t perfect. We see flaws that others never notice. We look at ourselves and are harsh. But we should remember that it is a reflection, an image, and it can be distorted, blurred, flawed and not fully true.
Being with Hannah, I get to witness the long process of a woman getting ready. Everything from picking the outfit, to doing her nails, doing her makeup, her hair, shoes, and jewelry. Normally I just get bored waiting for her to get ready, because I take 15 minutes and she takes an hour and a half. But today I saw what would make a good photograph and got to thinking. Say what you will, but you have to give women some credit for the amount of effort and time they put into looking their best. Men will never work that hard at their appearance. While I think she looks incredibly beautiful even after she just rolled out of bed, I definitely appreciate how hard she works at getting ready.
While most people avoid gravel roads, because of the dust and noise, I’m drawn to them. I love the dust, I love having the road to myself. I love the fields, the farm houses, the cows, and the big, open sky. I’ve always found the coolest places and the best shots while exploring gravel roads. I’ve driven down countless roads, countless times. I usually find something interesting. A lot of the time I don’t get shots. It’s usually just me blaring music, speeding down the road, in my own little world. But every now and then I find something fun.
As the sunsets it lights up the sky showing off the colors its gathered through the day. Using the snow as a mirror, reflecting beautifully as it sinks behind the guarding trees. No sunset is ever the same. The sun … Continue reading
Tonight I thought about myself. I thought about my mistakes. I hate mistakes. I hate making them. Sometimes they’re just embarrassing, like when you mess up a part of a speech in class. Other times they hurt yourself, like when you burn yourself or bury your car in snow because you were driving too fast. I’ve never minded those much. The worst though, are when they hurt other people, especially when they hurt those you care about. Think about it. Some word you said or some action you did caused pain or stress or worry or anger to someone you care about or someone you love. It can be such a little action, something you normally wouldn’t think twice about. But it can still hurt someone. And when you see that you’ve hurt them, it’s the worst feeling in the world. And the only thing you can do is say sorry and hope that you can make things better in some way. And you learn to be mindful of what you do and how it affects everyone around you. You start to pay attention. You start to care a little more. And you think about those mistakes.
What do you see when you look in the mirror? I would focus on every imperfection I could find. The little things. Break outs on my face, slight stretch marks on my hips, little pudge in my stomach from previous … Continue reading