This past week was my final week in Visual Storytelling, a class led by Molly Flanagan of the Define School. Words don't express (especially coming from someone who chooses to take photographs instead of write) the impact this has left on how and why I shoot. All of the little bits and pieces of thoughts have all come together now. Whereas before I had small glimpses into why I chose to photograph the things I did, now I know why. I can shoot with purpose. Even better still, I know when to put the camera down.
And even better still still (see why I take photos?), I have learned that's okay to let go of my cockamamie standards of perfection and to savor the moment. Ok, well, I'm still in the process of learning that, but I've come a long way in these past four weeks.
So here is a little glimpse into our everyday lives...where tropical greenery abounds and our hours get lost caught up in it. Where it's January, and it's 80 degrees and sunny, and we can eat burritos the size of our heads under large straw huts by the beach.