Christmas Morning and a Camera

Apr 30, 2009 by Lisa Newton

Through the Pier

Creative Inkwell, is a new site dedicated to “making your blog great” and was created by Sean Platt and David Wright. It’s currently hosting a creative writing contest.

 

I thought participating would be fun, plus a great chance to help Sean and David launch their new business endeavor. When you have time, spend a few minutes from your busy day there, and read some great new fiction that’s been submitted from other talented and diverse bloggers from very different genres. While you’re there, make sure you check out the new services that Sean and David are offering other bloggers to make their websites noticed and top-notch.

So, in the spirit of Travelin’ Local, here’s my entry:

Christmas Morning and a Camera

How could she have known that simply crossing the street would mean so much?

The Bird

With her children grown and beginning their adult lives at college or with new careers, Christmas become just another symbol and routine: a time off from work. Her ennui did not engulf and enmesh her into anything worse than what happens to most—an acceptance of the way things are, not what they could be.

She wasn’t depressed for sure, because long ago she knew that she was a survivor and a warrior. Life had taken on more of the pitter-patter of which many get used to, or make believe they do—full time job, a card carrying member of the rat race.

So for her, as this Christmas portended another year almost gone, a footnote in history, however, new potentialities were approaching from around the bend.

Seaweed

You see, her gift this year was a new camera. She was always interested in the arts, especially photography and writing, but she had foregone her career in lieu of her former husband’s, as did many women who thought that was the right thing to do. A person’s right to happiness, she later recognized was an elusive goal. But one she was determined to achieve, though, without sacrificing her moral underpinnings.

At night, she frequently loved to look at the city’s panoramic and pulsating neon lights. To her they were an art-form of translucent beauty, a swirling of momentary magic to be captured through pictures as their affects are dreams, reflections, transfixions between the day and night, between original and man-made, and the creativity of commercial use for personal art.

Sunset on the Freeway

She has a firecracker personality, disarming to many, but treasured by those who really know her. Time waits for no one to be sure. She always knew the phrase and its implications but this day was different because she was about to cross the Rubicon she always dreamt of and knew that she was capable of. How could she have known that simply crossing the street would mean so much?

With her camera hanging around her neck, and her bag full of camera paraphernalia, she was ready.

As she crossed the street, she looked at a scene that had presented itself many times to her, the Pacific Ocean beach’s of Southern California. As usual, it was brisk and fog-laden.

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But not as usual, she knew things this time were indeed different. Armed with her new weapon, she knew right there, right then at that moment that her new camera would spring life back into her morning and her life. It didn’t matter what the weather was, or how many people were out and about.

Of course, most people were home, enjoying opening presents, eating Christmas cookies, watching the parades and Bowl games.

She looked out over the beach, held the camera to her eye, and starting taking pictures. One, then another, then another, time was irrelevant. Her art was.

The Beach

Looking right, left, up, and down, she took picture after picture, trying to visualize each shot in her mind before she’d shoot. Like a director concocting a scene, or a writer visualizing his plot, her mind enjoyed the new found joy of being able to compose mis-en-scene and capture the moment.

The moment is that characteristically misunderstood things that most people take for granted and now, with her new Nikon, she was able to find tremendous satisfaction in having the capacity to steal those things and seal their fate onto the palette of her memory using the photograph as a means to suspend time and beauty forever.

Deadwood and Flowers

Unsure of all of her camera settings, for this first photo shoot, she kept her camera on “auto.” After all, the brave new world she had entered even though now fully digitized, was also the same form and reference point that the greats worked with—hand on camera, eye to the mood and environment, and senses all tuned in and on by the light, many much more famous than she’ll ever be turned photography and photographs into a cultural phenomenon, a denouement of the senses, a moment of time never to be repeated but captured onto the silver gelatin. So she’d figure out, over time, all of those “whatcha ma call its” and “thing a majigs.”

It suddenly dawned on her that she had started seeing common everyday things in a new way. The portrait of an Artist was now her new calling card as she now knew and understood that by crossing the street she had changed her life forever.

Sunset

Her personality and love of people, art, writing, and technology would allow here to pursue her life-long dreams of becoming a photojournalist and the vista of her dreams were multi-colored, multifaceted and didn’t have an ending or any restrictions that she could see.

The clearer she was going to be about her destination, the easier it was going to communicate why others should pay attention.

How could she have known that simply crossing the street would mean so much?

She couldn’t have, but by and because of that fact the rest of the world was soon to find out, her personal zeitgeist of what her interpretations of her environment is.

Today was the First Day of the Beginning of the Rest of Her Life

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11 Responses to “Christmas Morning and a Camera”

  1. Denise says:

    That is a wonderful read. Thoroughly enjoyed it and your photos are lovely.

    Denise’s last blog post..SkyWatch Friday

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  2. Denise says:

    Sorry, I was so intent on your post I forgot to thank you for visiting my blog and also to answer your question about the flowers. The white ones have an amazing scent but the others, the pink azalias don’t unfortunately. Have a great weekend :)

    Denise’s last blog post..SkyWatch Friday

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  3. Marc - WelshScribe says:

    I read your entry on teh Collective Inkwell site and I was already impressed. I had to follow up by seeing it in its full splendour, interlaced around your beautiful photography.

    You were right, it is so much more the richer for having included them.

    Good luck with the competition Lisa, you deserve a top spot for your art.

    Marc – WelshScribe’s last blog post..Creative Writing

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  4. Matthew says:

    Lovely story coupled with some beautiful photos! They wouldn’t be the same separately.

    I hope you win!

    Matthew’s last blog post..Checking out the Suspension Bridge – Photo

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  5. Kevin says:

    Thanks for a wonderful story Lisa. The excitement of new pursuits is always an amazing time and something we can always look back at with joy.

    There’s only a first time once, it can leave a lasting impression.

    Kevin’s last blog post..Learning from Past Lessons – Concert Photography

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  6. Paisley (Paisley Thoughts) says:

    I appreciated how you explained why you loved the city at night, so descriptive in a uique way. The pics are, as always, so impressive. I have a yen to learn more about photography. One day.

    Paisley (Paisley Thoughts)’s last blog post..Pattern Potential – It’s Everywhere

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  7. David says:

    Loved your story.

    Especially this line:

    “The clearer she was going to be about her destination, the easier it was going to communicate why others should pay attention.”

    I think it’s working…………

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  8. LisaNewton says:

    @ Denise Thank you for your wonderful comments, and I hope you have a great weekend, too.

    @ Marc Thank you, and I wish you and all the other entries luck. I haven’t had time to read all of the stories yet, but I’m looking forward to doing that today.

    @ Matthew Thank you for the well wishes.

    @ Kevin I totally agree. Although we enjoy doing something, there isn’t anything like the first time we do it.

    @ Paisley Thanks. Photography is definitely something I’m learning about everyday.

    @ David Thanks……….:)

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  9. Diane C. says:

    Really enjoyed your story. I like where you said, “time was irrelevant.” That sure is how it seems when we’re involved in something meaningful and hours fly by. Love your photos, especially the sea gull.

    Diane C.’s last blog post..Backyard Goldfinches

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  10. Valerie Beeby says:

    I felt I was sharing your revelation. Thank you.

    Valerie Beeby’s last blog post..iPhone Art Photography. How to Take Bad Photos.

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  11. LisaNewton says:

    @ Diane C. Thanks. When I have my camera, often times, time is irrelevant, and each time I see something I see it in so many different ways.

    @ Valerie Thank you for sharing………:)

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