Wednesday, January 09, 2013
Learning to be me again.
I enjoyed walking, and then lost touch with it.
The last couple of days (three to be exact) have been an exercise in learning to see again, and I mean "seeing" in a metaphorical as well as physical sense. My passion is photography, and seeing -- with all of my senses -- is how I create my art.
My favorite walks are mapped here on SparkPeople. The maps give me the approximate distances and I just log in the time to calculate the calories burned. I take a camera with me, either my regular camera, or at the very least, my cell phone. I always, always, always, try to see something I didn't see yesterday. For example, Monday I saw ice on the Grand Basin at the foot of Art Hill, Tuesday I saw little craft snowmen heads someone had hung in a bare tree, and today I saw the ducks on the canal at sunset (the photo above).
Seeing helps me to stay connected with the moment, regardless of how my hips may be hurting. Over time, seeing helps me to be aware of the changing seasons. Sometimes, I see weird things -- like shoes people leave behind in the park.
So with my walk, and with my cell phone photos, I usually post at least one picture to Facebook with each walk... it's a way of being accountable to everyone who sees my feed -- and I always try to give them something nice to look at.