Finding My Feet on the Back Roads

It’s been awhile since I picked up my camera. Or rather it’s been awhile since I picked up my camera without fear.

Due to some sort of joint/muscle problem keeping me wobbly I’ve been afraid. Afraid of falling, afraid of tripping, afraid that whatever is wrong with me is permanent or serious. In normal times my fear of doctors keeps me procrastinating, putting off getting that diagnosis. But this year, COVID-19 hit. And then we were in the process of moving to our forever home. So why start this fact finding journey in VA.

I finally have an appointment with a doctor so I whatever is wrong whether it’s just a funky disc, or something else, at least I’ll know. I do know that as I’ve lost some weight and cut way back on bread products, I seem to be walking better. Not sure what the correlation is, if any. Maybe I’m just having good days while these warmer, Indian summer days are here. Whatever the reason, I’ll take it.

So I took the opportunity this morning to wake up early and get out the door. I’m about 3 days too late for the better fall colors, but at least I’m out again. I needed to remind myself that I am still a creative individual. I needed to remind myself that I am a photographer. I needed to remember that I enjoy the exploration of the world around me and capturing the beauty of what I see in at least one or two good pictures.