Remembering old times

Yesterday I finally got out of my cocoon and started to work on the pregnancy pictures (soon to be appreciated here, after the mama enjoys it). And I must say: I liked the results pretty much. 

But most important than me liking the results is the fact that now I have a bit of control over my creative process: I can think what I want, conceive it, and consistently produce the results I want. Which means I am not a victim of my photography any more: I control the process instead of the other way around.

But photography is my micro-world.  I always see reflected on it all the great lessons learned of my macro-world: life.

That brings me to eight years ago, when I was here asking myself what I have done to my life and what did I have on mind in order to put myself into this situation: in a foreign country, unhappy, working 60 hours per week to a company that was melting down. I was tired by then. Very tired.

Being immersed into a Calvinist culture  has triggered my late growth after forty years delivering my problems to be solved by someone else and felling self-pity. I tapped myself on the back and said: yeah, right, lets live another day.

Thanks for that. Thanks for putting me in control of my own destiny and thanks for putting me on control of my own creative process. 

Tomorrow: How to get stunning B&W images!

P.S.: I have bought beautiful quilt textile. I love it. And to celebrate I have changed the blog's background to one of the patterns I bought. Ah it is a mess. I have changed all the colors as well. A not mature product. I will be adjusting it on the fly. What  a mess!