I am writing today from a tiny office in a large hospital. I am working here-photographing newborn babies, something I would have NEVER in a million years thought I would do. Never.
But I started. As my blog says, ‘If I don’t start now, I never will’ and so I did. I started writing and from there I picked up my camera. It seemed so natural, I wanted beautiful pictures alongside my blog posts so I loaded up and went for a drive. And soon I was driving every weekend-top down, camera on the passenger seat-looking for things. Looking at things. Breathing. It became meditative to me. And I started to think I was good. I could do this.
And so I did.
I hung my prints in a few shops, I booked a few clients and bought myself some business cards.
I was starting something else.
I saw an ad for a newborn photographer and I answered. Who did I think I was?? I could take pictures of dogs and cows and landscapes, but BABIES? What did I have to lose? So I started this too.
Turns out I can really do this.
So I left my writing, or set it aside, but it is always in my head-a vague narrative that I want to pen but I always think there will be more time later. There never is of course.
But maybe now my photography will bring me back to my writing. I am sitting here waiting somewhat impatiently for my last patient and found myself here. And it is in the stillness and peace that I look for my words, so naturally….here I am. Starting again.