Ever feel like you’re in a rut with photography? Like every photo you take isn’t good? Like you just can’t improve? Like you don’t know what you’re doing? Like, like, like….
Goodness, I get in a rut a lot. Maybe it’s my mood, maybe it’s that I compare myself to others, maybe it’s that I had a bad day, maybe it’s that I didn’t have a piece of chocolate, maybe it’s that I just looked at a beautiful blog and feel like I can’t do it myself, maybe it’s the million other things for why I get in a rut. It happens. I know I’m not the only one, I hope I’m not the only one.
So how do you get out of a photography rut? Shoot things. You know, with your camera. Not something else. Photographing things, at least that’s how I start to get out of the rut. One foot at a time.
So I’ve been feeling pretty blah about my photography lately. I’ve gotten away from why I love photography so much. I want to capture my family, capture the beauty, and share with others. It boils down to love. Love. How come I feel the need to compare myself to others? I’m me. And unfortunately, I still haven’t found my style. But I know what I love when I see it.
I love pie. Kidding. No, I’m not kidding. I really enjoy pie, I love pie, but that’s not what I LOVE.
Any hoo…the point of this meandering post is that I’ve got to get back to photographing my everyday to get out of this rut. I talked about how I wanted to do that at least once a week. This week I photographed pie. Yummy cherry berry pie. (Um, that kid has got some dirty fingernails. I hope he didn’t touch my piece of pie.)
I even attempted a homemade crust with butter. Cause I don’t have shortening in my house. I found this awesome recipe for a butter crust at Crazy for Crust. She may just be my new blog love. I have failed big time at pie crusts in the past, but this crust came out wonderfully. I may not have made it look pretty, but it was easy and tasty. I will be making all my pie crusts from scratch now with that recipe.
The kids shared the pie with grandparents while my husband and I were on a “date”. We don’t get out much. Our kind of dates usually involve an outdoor activity. Thankfully the kids saved us some pie. My husband and I chowed down on the pie after a tandem ride up the mountain. Food tastes so much better after a hard workout. My butt was so sore from that one. Ow. Then there was leftover pie the next morning. Is pie really ever leftover or is it just waiting to be consumed?
The next morning I packed a piece of pie for my husband in his lunch. The rest of the pie got dished out for breakfast. The kids’ alarms went off at 7 and I still hadn’t dressed. I quickly ran and got dressed and realized that if I wanted photos of pie, I needed to change the lens on my camera. I quickly did that, all while being careful and cleaning things. Then I put the leftover pie on the table and snapped some photos with my 35mm lens. Isn’t it funny when the first photo you take is your favorite? Or maybe it’s ironic? Now I want more pie.
Then I dished the pie up for the kids and I. By 7:15 they were at the table and gushing, “Oh, thank you mama!” “We love you mama.” I told them I hoped they didn’t love me just because I was serving pie for breakfast. They assured me that wasn’t the case. Though I’m pretty sure I scored some major mama loving points with that pie for breakfast.
Here’s a little pullback of where I was taking pie photos. I think I was making up some scrambled eggs while I took this. I figured we needed some kind of breakfast food that would fill us up until lunch. I didn’t think the pie would do that alone.
I enjoyed every bite of that pie for breakfast. And taking photos of it. I had some coffee with whip cream and coconut oil in it also. Take that, photography rut. (Yes, I did cut myself the biggest piece. Thank you for noticing.)
But it’s my little ones that I love. I love taking photos of them. I love being in the moment with them. I love eating pie with them. I don’t particularly enjoy when one of them is whining about not having looked at their spelling words long enough and they’re going to fail their practice test and the other is in tears because they wrote a simple sentence instead of a compound sentence. Pie….pie will fix that. At least temporarily.
What’s one of your favorite flavors of pie?