Sometimes I just look at something and fall into it. Still life's that are picture perfect. It doesn't matter what the subject: nature, food, little end table corners, toys strewn across the floor, the tail end of a cooking or art project. But those things that just sit together as if they've know each other and belong there forever and always.
And I photograph it and often times share it wherever I can. This drives my family crazy and you hear terms at our events like blog worthy and not on facebook. Both ends of the spectrum. I'm not a trained photographer, know nothing about aperatures, but I believe I have a good eye. It's an asthetic thing far more than a technical thing when I take a shot.
I think it all started back in my childhood summers. Mom would sign me up for art classes all summer long. I was in absolute heaven because my Catholic School was very big on the academics and I longed for creativity. And what I remember most when I call those art classes to mind were the still life's we painted in acrylics. My Mom kept a couple of paintings for the longest time in our dining room buffet drawer under the table pads. I can smell the smell of maple wood and furniture polish, and I can see those two paintings: one of a beautiful bowl of fruit and the other of two little Dutch children walking down a tulip lined path toward a windmill.
I don't paint much anymore, and when I do it is things for little children out of water color, but I do capture still life everyday in my heart, many times. And sometimes with my camera. I know that I like the stop and pause of it all. Slow to a stop and see what is beautiful here. Beautiful in all it's simplicity most times. It's everywhere. Like just now, this morning as I got my breakfast together.