Saturday, December 29, 2012

Wishful Thinking


I don't mean to complain, but I just don't like to be cold.  On days like today, when the wind blows and the shutters rattle, I think about warm weather and sunshine.


 I don't take photographs as much this time of year, either, and I am thinking of ways to try and rectify that problem.  I mean, how many bird pictures can a person take from their window?


So if anyone has any suggestions for finding motivation to get out in the cold, please let me know.  I'm looking for my muse - has anyone seen her?

6 comments:

joyce said...

I don't much care for the time it takes to get ready to go out in the cold, especially when my dog wonders why i can't just go out barefoot and naked like he does, but once you are out, with your camera, it is worth it! Love that little birdy in the window!

S. Etole said...

If you find her, send her this way please.

Hope you have a great new year.

Jeanie said...

Perhaps your muse could find something indoors to photograph! (Your window birds are lovely, though!) I am so not a fan of winter, and I feel a bit shabby complaining because face it, this isn't a real Michigan winter. It's barely worse than last year which was really not winter at all! Good luck with that -- I feel your "pain."

Barefoot from Heaven said...

Hello dear Sandy.
Well as far as I can tell, I love the pictures of the birds at your window. But yea I know the feeling. It seems that your own environment just doesn't do the trick anymore. Well do like I did. Wrap yourself in good warm clothes and boots. And conquere the elements because as my cousin Joyce says above it is so worth it.
Look at my latest pics and go for it too. I can't wait to see the outcome.

Be well and sending warm thought to you Sandy.
Hugs Dagmar

Relyn Lawson said...

Sorry. I can't help. I LOVE the cold. Hope your winter is warmer than usual. Ours sure is.

Jeanie said...

I've been spending a good deal of my time looking at photo of the lake this summer -- boats and sunsets and green -- all that green. Winter. This too will pass. Not soon enough. But soon enough.