Even though the winter season has just begun, it seems cold weather has held me captive in my home for days. I didn’t realize how long it had been since I took the time to get out into the mountains. Seeing as it was the first of the year, I felt it was time to process the activities of the past months and try to gain some perspective.
As with most creative people there are spells of inactivity mixed with procrastination and a lull in motivation levels. I am a photojournalist and fine art nature photographer. When life runs smooth I go through the elation of being in the moment with my work. A bad day has me feeling depressed for letting my conscious voice get the best of me.
At times we are centered in a down flow of a creative energy wave that can be costly to your personal life. It can interfere with business distracting you from your expressive goals as an artist. It can build walls and lead relationships away from your desired objective as with family.
Not everyone in the world understands how the torment of one’s own negative thoughts or how someone else’s simple actions can strike like bolts of lightning and can disable your creative spirit for long periods of time. Things happen.
The energies that define creativity are fragile. They can lift you high or slap you silly. When we are stripped down to basics, if necessary, we start again to rediscover who we really are and why we do what we do.
For some people their art is the, “only”, aspiration they can see. It’s like a set of blinders that directs your life no matter the cost.
So with all these enchanting thoughts rolling around my head I drove up Gallatin Canyon towards Big Sky this morning. Snow coverage is light to moderate so far this winter with only a twelve inch base built up on the river banks. At first light it was just plain cold, five below. With the humidity at the river I felt a few shivers up my spine.
Days like this, when I seek renewal, I find comfort in being outdoors. Fresh air and a bit of vitamin D from sunshine is enough to regain some confidence in spirit and nurture a few creative thoughts.
A light wind kept hoar frost from building up on most trees except for a fifty yard swathe near the mouth of the canyon. Pines on the east side of the river bank were draped in the purity of white with blue sky and river reflections.
No cars or trucks. No birds singing, only a pair of Bald Eagles that nest nearby watched curiously in silence as I labored through the snow. Once, I stood at the water’s edge, I could hear the river speak in muffled tones as small ice flows crashed into boulders and burst into tiny fragments dissolving into the continuous flow. It was a welcoming metaphor, a peaceful, eternal greeting.
A minute of breathing deep and feeling centered, my thoughts expand and fuse with the stream’s currant. Together, in concert with the river, I extended my reach to grab a slippery rock. It is an alluring vision of a real Photographer’s, (Artist’s), life.
Somehow, the visual mix of free flowing water and its’ song rushing on the rocks is what I needed to fuel anticipation again and get prepared.
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http://myphotovisions.wordpress.com/2009/11/15/would-you-get-up-early-to-photograph-this/
http://myphotovisions.wordpress.com/2009/11/11/no-fall-color-only-seed-pods-to-photograph/
Photographs used in this post are copyrighted by Wayne Scherr, Range of Vision Photography, 2010, All Rights Reserved. Reproduction in any manner is prohibited without the written permission of Wayne Scherr, Range of Vision Photography. My image catalog can be viewed at http://www.rangeofvisionphotos.com. You can contact me through this blog or email at: wayne@rangeofvisionphotos.com




































































