I’m beginning the New Year with an absolute beginner in the family. My 15 year old daughter Ella can legally get behind the wheel of a vehicle and begin to learn to drive this week with her newly minted learners permit. My family and friends back home in England will be astonished, for in the UK no one is allowed behind the wheel of a car until they turn 17, and only then with bright red and white ‘L’ (learner) plates on the front and rear of their vehicle. I must admit it still does worry me that the car Ella is in doesn’t have to have any markings on it to indicate that she is a student driver. Some habits and traditions I guess are hard to break. So watch out world (or in this case Kingwood, TX)… here she comes!
I took this image at almost 6 in the early evening when the light was fading fast. I used my Canon 7D, with my 17-55 f/2.8 lens attached, and set my ISO at 200, my aperture at 2.8, and my shutter speed at 1/125, so that I could let in as much of the rapidly diminishing available light as possible. Post processing in Lightroom 4, I increased the contrast and clarity, and increased the exposure just a little.
Being that yesterday was my Birthday, I think its the perfect day to post about ‘beginnings’. As mentioned in an earlier post, I’ve never been one for New Year’s Day resolutions. I think it’s because my birthday falls shortly after the new year and I’ve always kind of viewed my own birthday as my own personal ‘new year’. It seems like an excellent time to reflect on the years passed and to focus on what is ahead. Like any year, I know my 47th will teach me many life lessons and bring it’s own share of successes and disappointments. In fact, some of these ups and downs are already evident just one day into my new year. Maybe because I’m a little bit older and a little more wiser. 😉
Pictured above is a letter to my Mom. I don’t write letters. At least for 46 years I didn’t. But today, I did. I should have written my Mom more over the years. She is a writer. Her handwriting and scented stationaries will forever be engraved in my mind. And although I hardly ever write her back, the letters have always kept coming. My Mom’s health is failing rapidly and she has a very tough time speaking. I could decipher the “Happy Birthday” and the countless “I love you’s” on the our phone call yesterday, but everything else was scratchy, hoarse and ladened with tears. The phone calls are short and hard on her, so it’s time that I ‘begin’ writing. I started out the letter with, “Dear Mom, We are coming to visit!”
“A photograph never grows old. You and I change, people change all through the months and years but a photograph always remains the same. How nice to look at a photograph of mother or father taken many years ago. You see them as you remember them. But as people live on, they change completely. That is why I think a photograph can be kind.” ~Albert Einstein