What a lovely day! I had a trip to Hastings with my mum: the weather was glorious, we had a wonderful meal in Webbe’s Fish Restaurant and we got to explore the crooked, winding, characterful streets of the Old Town. I took loads of photos and could have talked rapturously about any of them, but I chose this one of a window from a small terraced house near the sea. As I took the picture, the woman who lived into the house walked into her front room. There was a second when I felt a bit awkward that I was taking the photo, worried that she might mind, but she grinned at me and waved and we both exchanged a ‘thumbs-up’. I just love the exuberance of the display. Natural and found treasures are heaped on top of each other: shells, bits of beach glass, old rusty coins, crab shells and pebbles.
I want to live with this kind of exuberance. I want to see the riches all around me, to know that they are treasures and be open to sharing the bounty with everyone. I don’t want to be embarrassed about being delighted in things which are simple and overlooked by so many. I want to be open to the joy of recognising beauty in the shape of a pebble and the texture of a shell and not feel the need to hide it for the sake of decorum.
Once again I find myself fantasising about the old lady I want to become: I picture myself out with a basket over my arm, picking treasures off the beach, and laughing as the wild wind pulls at my hair…
After the exuberance of yesterday, today was a cold, grey work day. The colour fitted my mood perfectly: I felt a bit down, a bit deflated and uninspired. All the photos I took as I walked to work were of cold grey buildings and cold grey skies. On the way home, there were fewer photos. It was so cold and the wind was so bitter. My coat was far too thin, I hadn’t taken a warm hat with me, and the wind gave me such bad earache I didn’t want to stop. But stop I did for this photo: still more grey, but I was struck by the beauty of the sky which had such a wide range of colours within it and by the stark bare trees, now so close to being in bud.
After such a wonderful trip to Hastings on Thursday, I dragged my husband back there for a couple of hours today. Again, I took loads of photos and find it hard to narrow my choice down to one, but I have chosen this of a tree managing to grow out of the pavement between two houses. It would be hard to find a more unfriendly place for a tree to try and grow: apart from the pavement, it is just opposite the bleak, windy beach and it must often be buffeted by wind and salt spray.
I take it as an encouragement that perhaps we can find a way to thrive even when our situation is difficult and doesn’t appear conducive to growth. Perhaps when we face hard circumstances and fear that we will not be able to continue, we are actually growing strong and resilient in ways we don’t yet recognise.
I’ve no idea really why I chose this photo today! I suppose it’s another day when I’m lacking in energy and feeling a bit demotivated and tired. Perhaps that’s why some empty trolleys parked near the supermarket have drawn my eye. Today I feel lethargic and a bit empty. Maybe tomorrow after I’ve parked up and rested for a bit I’ll be ready to pick up a few things and run with them. Today? Rest…
Thank you for reading. If you are interested in looking at photos that others have taken in response to this challenge, you can follow Shelley here, Sharon here and Lisa here. We have also recently been joined by Louis who you can find here.