I'm not a photographer. I don't know anything about shutter speed, pixels or lighting. But I seem to carry my camera with me everywhere I go searching for something interesting to paint. I find myself climbing mountains or strolling through towns for the purpose of finding inspiration. Anytime my husband and I are in a new town, whether it's 60 or 600 miles away, I search for places where I can find places that might look interesting on canvas. When I was 5 months pregnant, I went to Washington DC with my husband. He was on business, I was much more official "art" business. While he worked all day inside, I walked around town, exploring with my camera. The 90 degree temperature and my pregnant belly did not slow me down. I've convinced my husband, who does not enjoy heights, to take a tram up a mountain in Palm Springs so that I could search for something intriguing with my camera. I've fallen in the mud, tripped on rocks, got myself lost on a trail and was chased by while dogs (well, maybe not that last part) all in the name of finding inspiration. It feels like a lost cause sometimes, because of the thousands of pictures I've taken over the years, I use a small fraction of them to paint pictures. It's hard to know what will hit my creative nerve once I see the pictures at home.
These are some of the pictures I've taken that will likely never make it to canvas. If you are curious, they include San Francisco, various places on the Oregon coast, Acapulco, Newport, Eugene, Washington DC, Palm Springs & Palm Desert, Snoqualmie Falls (Washington), Seattle, Multnomah Falls and Smith Rock.
It's too bad that I make it a practice to not paint pictures with people in them because most of the pictures I've taken lately involve a handsome 1-year old boy named Finn. And I find him to be quite the inspiration.
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