mama, take a picture of broken!

 |  September 25, 2009

Earlier this week I posted a journaling tip over at the blog that was inspired by a blog post of my friend Patricia Anders. Try this exercise if you want, it’s really interesting to think about your work in this way from time to time. I did it and will share my thoughts in a few days.


The other day my little guy and I decided to take a photo adventure in our neighborhood. Little kids have the innate ability to find the smallest cracks in the sidewalk or a special rock hidden under a leaf. Somewhere along the road adults lose this fascination. We are always in a rush, no time to look at the details of our surroundings. Too rushed to find the beauty in the cracks of the sidewalk. I feel lucky that I have not and I think that most creative types do not. We have to keep our eyes open. Lucky us!

I was also inspired to take these photos by a blog post made by fellow Chicagoan Gerri Newfry where she posted photos of her urban neighborhood. She said that whenever she reads blogs with people posting their surroundings it always seems that people live in these magical wooded wonderlands or beautiful countryside. I laughed when I read that because although I dream of living in a wooded wonderland and love reading and seeing those posts, reality is that I live in a very urban setting. But there is still beauty to be found. A different kind of beauty.

So, here is what Noah and I found on our photo adventure. By the end, my 2 year old was finding cracks and rusted walls and pointing excitedly saying, “Mama, take picture of broken!” Oh boy,I think I have passed on my fascination with natural decay and patinas…










{Noah was convinced that this very, very old garage door, photo above and below, was a barn from a farm. Hmmm, I think it’s time we took another visit to a farm soon}




Our photo adventure ended with the biggest adventure of all behind this last red door. We stopped at the fire station that is about one and half blocks from our house and the garage door was open with the fire truck inside. The fireman there saw us admiring the fire engine and gave Noah his own personal tour, putting him behind the wheel and his fireman’s hat. What a morning!

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