I spent 3 wonderful days last week in Rockport, MA on a little retreat. Rockport is a small, very old and historic port north of Boston. Anywhere near the ocean is heaven for me and three days with only myself and my own thoughts was an added treat. I made lots of images, spent masses of time on a rocky, shallow beach that begs to be explored for hours at low tide, played with images of the bobbing dinghys in the harbor, played with my Lensbaby, but the most satisfying images were made in the last hour I was there.
The tiny cottage where I stayed had a spiral staircase and a string of driftwood pieces hanging along side it. Just before I was to leave, I noticed some interesting light and all the lines that were being created in that spot. Packing stopped and I spent more than 30 minutes making images of the lines and light. Of a week filled with things I love, for some reason this slice of time was extremely gratifying.
Perhaps because I had spent a few days exhaling and relaxing, I was more able to notice and appreciate this little scene of quiet wonder. But, noticing these small things is what fills our days with delight and gratitude. It was a reminder to me (because we all need frequent reminding) to stop often and appreciate what is right under my nose.