Day 28-the 1st time I...#HAWMC/WEGO

The first time I took a picture & realized it could be my very own form of art was when I first started living overseas. I would spot things that weren't necessarily the focus most people would take, but what little details I noticed & loved. It was how I liked to travel-off the beaten track & off getting lost & finding wonderland. I remember being on a trip on the island of Bali, Indonesia, & we went to some places most tourists don't go. We stopped to watch women threshing wheat, & I took pics of them, but also I got down into the wheat field & took pics from the perspective of the stalks. Those pics are in boxes now, waiting until we move & I can finally display them as I used to in my own place. I had been missing art. I had broken almost every bone in my right arm, & it had really messed up my ability to draw, paint, etc. When I saw that I could make art by the angles I chose through my lens, I found my art outlet again. It was just thrilling. I to better & fell more in love with discovering things I otherwise would miss. After becoming housebound once again I felt lost & without an outlet until I turned the camera on me. I love photography. For me it is the outlet I needed at a time I felt so lost & frustrated without an outlet of creativity. The pic below is from last Christmas. We were RA my neurologist office, & I had just gotten spinal shots. While waiting for dad to bring the car around, I scrunched over on a small ottoman type thing beside the tree & saw a gorgeous gold ornament that had fallen off in the back, but from my scrunched view it was reflecting the lights from above, & I instantly grabbed my camera & shot a few pics until dad pulled up. It's my favorite Christmas picture, as I would have never noticed it if I hadn't been doubled over in pain. That's the day I thought up my tagline, 'pain worth a pic'.