the creative process

STEP 1 :: yay! new pictures!

STEP 2 :: these are not nearly as good as i previously thought.

STEP 3 :: these pictures suck.

STEP 4 :: i am a terrible human being, and i am going to sell my camera.

STEP 5 :: *drown out self-pity with copious amounts of Netflix binge-watching*

STEP 6 :: *look at photos again* hey, these actually aren't half bad.

STEP 7 :: repeat. 

moral of the story :: your work is almost never as bad as you think it is. post it anyway.

a cliché life analogy

We woke up to a dark sky today. Around 8 AM, it started raining, and continued all morning; not just a steady sprinkle, but a violent downpour for hours. Temperatures dropped, sweaters were hastily donned, and skirt and pant hems were soaked a good few inches up the calf. For a while, you couldn't see anything in the distance. The mountain range protruding from our otherwise-flat terrain was invisible in the gray, wet gloom. 

But now, it's 3:14 in the afternoon and I'm sitting on our back porch gazing in awe at the most surreally pure landscape I've beheld in the entire time we've lived here. I can see brown and green patches of earth speckling the savannah, and detailed crevices eroded down face of the mountains. I can see all the way down to where the ground curves to meet the sky, and where the Nile snakes its way miles into the North. I guess we just needed some rain to clear up the view.