My darling girls went back to school this week. Long on legs and opinions, they are striding ever forward into the tide of school schedule and assignments, (and girl drama, I tell you. It's coming. I can feel it.) A Baptism of scholastic tasks. And so I started thinking, with my girls beginning the full descent into principle and regiment, why I don't I take myself to task? Am I even capable of setting my mind to an assignment and following it through all the way to completion? I think that part of me might still be in bed; sleeping in some shadowy corner since the mid nineties.
Let's face it, this space, my virtual square footage, could use a little principle and regiment. So, because I am endlessly inspired by these ladies and these ladies and because I have an eastern facing window and a camera (and apparently, an extra eighteen minutes in the morning,) I am commissioning my early morning photographer. I will be taking one photograph for the next 30 mornings and posting it here. I can't guarantee that they will be perfect compositions (or even good compositions.) I can't even guarantee they will be terribly, terribly interesting, probably a lot of photos of my breakfast and my garden because those are the things that protest the least as I click off frame after frame trying to steady my hand.
But even Georgia O'keffe saw the importance of living in the small moments of life. She said, "When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for the moment."
I am taking my world in my hand and really looking at it.