Today I feel caged by the white pickett fence I worked hard to create.
Most days I love my home and its surrounds. I have created a sort of suburban paradise (at least it is in my mind) to dwell in. After all it is my work space and home. With a newborn and two other children under five it is difficult for me to leave this space, sometimes even for an hour.
Usually I don’t mind.
I photograph the flowers in my garden and my children’s smiling faces and I am content.
But occassionally the part of me that has been stored away temporarily while I choose to raise my family is envious of the photographers who can get out and find interesting subjects. People go on destination trips to exotic places with fascinating cultures, people, colours, textures…I could go on, but there is no point. Other people explore their town, city, wider environment…I’m stopping here.
One day I will do these things. I will look forward to exploring with my three young, ready made photography assistants. Until then I will enjoy my time with them and force myself to look at my immediate environment in multiple ways. Perhaps it is, after all, a good thing to be hemmed in.