These feet belong to a Kindergartner. They aren’t baby feet anymore. The first day of school is tomorrow. And with that, here is the end of Summer Break 2019. This is all a happy thing to this mom. It means no more PJ Masks or Puppy Dog Pals for hours on end. It also probably means evenings of a cuddly Oliver. I was looking back at how far we’ve come.
Just this week, I reassessed domain names and moved all writing to The Tog Mom. I am cautiously optimistic in this change– it was a relative spur-of-the-moment decision, but I was ready something different anyway. My previous domain, Rainbow Tulip, is a great name but doesn’t really say anything about who I am. The Tog Mom speaks to the fact that I am a mom photographer. Being both a mom
I’ve had a revelation. I want to be known as a black and white photographer– monochrome only. I do this occasionally. I get the idea that I want to do this– I’ve waffled on this idea for at least 4 years now– and then I chicken out. I go with the crowd. I cower from being different. Here’s the thing I need to remember– I’m already different. So what if
I nearly did it. I had an interested party, even. I nearly sold my beloved X100F. These things happen when I get into creative ruts. I start gear window shopping feeling intimidated by the Canikon machine and thinking about “what if’s” and all of a sudden, I send something to KEH more often than I list something publicly for sale. Trading something for something else, always taking a loss. My
I had a solid week of “up” after vacation. I was up every day at 5:30, and going and cleaning and all that rearranging around the house and…. Now I am back to where I started. Sleeping till 10 am. Not exactly depressed but not a lot of extra energy. It’s the nature of my life and I know if I would just accept the waves and lulls instead of