10/02/2019
I wanted to share an old piece of me today. My usual “wedding photographer” feed is taking a look back into my old room from five years ago (time traveling to the cabin in the woods of Whites Creek, TN)
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I love bedrooms. I always believed they ought to be a sacred space where the overflow of who you are and what you love is expressed in the atmosphere and little beauties surrounding. This particular room/season spoke of my eternal fancy for all things natural, wooden, and old world. The flea market trunk at the foot of my bed was dated “Boston 1921”. The dainty chandelier (I pieced back together) found in my friend’s grandmother’s basement cellar. The handmade mirror above my dresser: a compilation of driftwood pieces gathered from my childhood travels all over the U.S. (from the Colorado alpine streams, the Great Lakes of northern Michigan, Montana rivers, Tennessee bogs, to the muddy Texas creeks). Each plant in my window had a name. The two old doors that made up my headboard salvaged from condemned 1940’s farm houses- (oh and they have lovely stories to tell..perhaps for another day)
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Although my aesthetic “style” is ever changing and evolving as I grow and change with the places I move and the years I collect- this particular room I look back upon with such fondness. Each element contained a simple story and journey. Nothing bought or found too randomly or unintentionally. Maybe this helps a bit in portraying my approach as a photographer. I love the natural and the hidden beautiful. The organic moments and the why behind them.
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Whether you consider yourself a creative or not (you are)- take a little fun moment today to look around your room and identify a piece that is uniquely you. Your story. Your journey. Embrace it. Love it. Own it.
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I am in the midst of reading “the artist’s way” by Julia Cameron- and this weeks homework has a bit in there about recalling a favorite aspect of my early childhood bedroom. (Going to dig way back in my memory)
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Wishing you all the loveliest October 2nd 🌿