Being a photographer is a little like being a runner in training - no matter what (rain, heat, snow) you just need to get out and do it.
All week I had my heart set on taking pictures early Saturday morning. It is honestly my favorite time to take pictures. I woke to rain and was very disappointed. I did my normal weekend morning activities - coffee being the most important. Also, I double checked that I was ready for the hurricane. Check.
Time went by and the sheets of rain subsided to a light sprinkle and I decided to be brave and venture out with my cameras in hand (plastic bags in my pockets).
I entered Central Park with new eyes, the rain had made the colors pop. I was so excited. One thing you should know about me is that I take hundreds of pictures. I am not sure what it is but I see the world in a completely different way when I look through the viewfinder. Yes, I prefer to look through the viewfinder and not use the digital screen on my camera.
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The rain started just moments after I entered but I did not turn back - I was brave and went forward determined to allow my heart to dance. I wrapped my cameras in plastic, put my baseball cap on and chose to embrace the warm rain. In minutes I was drenched and smiling. The rain brought the colors of everything to life, draped petals in water droplets and unexpectedly washed all of my cares away. I got lost for hours in the rain taking pictures. Soaking wet, I took refuge near Belvedere Castle and a stranger looked over my shoulder as I reviewed the hundreds of photos that were on my camera. Having an audience was a little weird but her compliments have resonated with me all weekend. Thank you to the nameless angel who helped to give me wings.
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And, thank you Hurricane Irene, you made my weekend.
What did you do that was brave this weekend?