For what feels like forever, I was a slave to sunshine. Sunny days were golden days, days when I felt warm, happy, hopeful, optimistic. However, when the weather didn’t cooperate, when it rained or snowed or was foggy, I felt cold and clammy, down and disappointed that I couldn’t run, bike, swim or just walk outside and take photographs. So I’d mope around or bury myself in a book. Although I love to read–revel in it–reading became one of my ways to escape the present.
Now when it’s cloudy, rainy, or foggy, I’ve discovered that unless I’m snowed in, inclement weather offers some of the most interesting opportunities for photography. In fact, overcast days soften colors providing a more muted palette that I relish. And there are no harsh shadows, so it’s ideal for portraiture.
I also relish the quiet time indoors, no longer terrified of time with myself and my thoughts. I’m so grateful to say that most of the time I’ve transformed that fear into freedom. Freedom to work and write on the computer–like I’m doing right now on this rainy spring day–without being distracted by the need to rush outside. Freedom to re-organize my office or my closets or my mind. Freedom to stretch out on the floor on my yoga mat and burn some incense. Freedom to just cuddle with my dog on the couch, and yes, catch up on some reading.
Ironically, I also feel relieved…relieved that I no longer harbor that desperation to absorb as much sunniness as possible—to bottle it as I used to say— because who knows when the clouds will roll in or what tomorrow will bring. Don’t get me wrong, I love bright, warm weather like most and gray skies day after day do affect me. But the difference is that I’m no longer its slave..
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