Four Seasons on Tervuren Avenue

I don’t know how many times I’ve said, “I’m going to get this shot in all four seasons!” Only I never do.

That’s what makes me love this series of photos so much. I caught the autumn leaves before they passed their peak and had a blast shooting the “tunnel” of trees in all their orange glory.

As my dear friend lived on this street, I was around often enough to notice the changing of the seasons and grab the next shot.

Snow days in Brussels were scarce and typically short lived. One year it snowed a little and I snapped some shots, but it was just a dusting and I wasn’t happy with the scene. As our departure from Belgium loomed, I resigned myself to the fact that I wasn’t likely to get the winter photograph I wanted.

In January of 2017 I caught the break I was looking for. It started snowing in the early hours of the morning and was still snowing when I got up. It was just enough to give me what I wanted, but not so much to be snowed in.

I finally had my four seasons series! Will I ever repeat it with another scene? Who knows?

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.