I’ve never considered myself to be a “creative” type.
Outside of a few months of graphic design in high school I never really got into art, and until I started this blog I hadn’t written since graduation.
I’m still not sure I would call myself a “creative,” but things have significantly changed for me in the last two-and-a-half years.
I never thought I would find the passion or the drive again that I once held when I worked on the ambulance, but here we are.
I never thought I would find the day where I enjoyed spending the time behind the camera or at the keyboard. Yet, photography has opened up new doors for me, and the fact that I can write as well has been a definite bonus.
One of my favourite hobbies of late has been going for drives into the back-country near my home and taking pictures. There is a lot out there to take pictures of, if you know where to look. I love finding old buildings to take pictures of. Our countryside is littered with them, and I can’t help but imagine what life was like when the region was first settled over a century ago.
I’ve learned a lot in the short time I’ve been shooting, and I am grateful to the teachers I’ve had. I’m also grateful that I fell into photography and writing again in the first place. With the trauma that I’ve dealt with over the last few years, and the stress over the last few days, I think that having the passion to do what I love is one of the few things that have helped me get to this point in my mental health recovery.
Thanks for following along,