Words From The Water – Photo 3

I love the beach! I’m lucky to live close enough I can visit often, even everyday, without getting sick of it and once I let go of my obsessive “clean car” idea the sand doesn’t bother me (so much).

Funny, but I find the sound of the waves not only calming, but inspirational. Well, the sound of water moving pretty much anywhere even the kitchen sink. I’m not sure why, but my mind seems to kick into creative gear, ideas emerge, story lines pan out and words are in over drive. Too bad I don’t have pen and paper when most of this inspiration is occurring, but it wouldn’t matter if I did because who can read words dripping off the page?

One way I take the inspiration with me is through photographs. If I’m stuck wondering, “What was that idea I had today?” I look back at the photos and sometimes video. It helps keep me moving forward and at the same time reminds me of where I’ve been.

Being at the beach is a sensation I think everyone should experience at least once in their lives. It’s such an amazing feeling to hear the waves, see them move, experience their power. I would say it’s magnetic, the pull the ocean has on some people, me being one of them. Not just physically, but mentally. It’s like the words float from the sea into my brain. Now, if only I could bottle that and bring it home.

Bees and Me, Photo 2

I took a walk in my grandmother’s backyard and was surprised to hear the buzzing of bees in her Macadamia Nut tree. It was so loud I thought, “There must be a hive up there.” So, I ducked under the branches and hanging blossoms looking high above me, but I couldn’t see anything that looked remotely similar to a hive. Couldn’t see much really, except a lot of branches. At this point, you’re probably thinking, “Wow, she’s dumb.” Rest assured, I do know bees sting when guarding their hive I just wasn’t afraid at that moment. Go figure.

Anyway, bees were flying all around me, but were too concerned with the tiny blossoms on the tree to sting me. Good thing because I think I’m allergic to bees. Can’t remember. (Again, not dumb just not afraid.) The bees landed with such precision on the blossoms. There were thousands of them, all over the tree, some open others still closed and tiny! The tiniest blossoms I’ve ever seen. So pretty!

I finally talked a few bees into posing for me, which was great because I was tired of seeing “abdomen” in all of the shots, if you know what I mean. I had to be fast because they were so busy. They hardly ever stopped moving!

Watching their nectar gathering made me think how bees (and all other insects/animals) have a task by nature. They do what they’re supposed to do, constantly. They don’t take a break or ditch out on their bee buddies to watch TV then make excuses later. I realized I need to take a lesson from the bees and keep doing what I do, writing. Whether it’s my nature or not is debatable, but I have to believe it is or it becomes just a hobby. Will I produce a product as sweet as the bees? I can only hope! 🙂

Bee sucking nectar from Macadamia Nut blossom

Moon Love, Photo 1

I know I haven’t posted any photos of my own doing, so here’s the first. It’s probably cliché, being the moon and all, but I still have a fascination with it, the moon. There’s something about it that makes me feel calm. Maybe because it’s mostly visible at night when the world has slowed down a bit (hopefully mine too).

I also find it beautiful glowing in the sky it’s dark patchy landscape easily recognizable. Sometimes I feel like the phases of the moon are a talent show the moon puts on to show me just how cool it is, “Hey! Look at me now!” Yeah, I like the sun too, but you can’t look directly at it and view its awesome glory without threat of blindness. Plus, the sun is HOT! The moon never is, but keeps its cool. I like that.

The moon is also quite romantic. We’ve all read and heard lines like, “I looked at the moon tonight and thought of you,” or “We’ll say goodnight looking at the same moon in different places.” Now can you say that about the sun? How romantic would this sound, “I looked at the sun today and thought of you. Oh and almost burned a hole in my cornea’s.” Not very, but it’s kinda funny. Anyway, I am a hopeless romantic so the moon appears in a few of my stories and on the cover of my YA novelette, Highway 90.

This photo was taken with my Canon Rebel. Call me a cheater, but I stood outside for at least thirty minutes adjusting the shutter speed, aperture and flash exposure so as not to highlight the huge tree hanging in front of me. That’s gotta count for something if not persistence or is that stubbornness?