Gotta Live Life

After 8 years of formal education (including a graduate degree), finishing raising my 3 kids, continuing with my part time photography business, a divorce, starting a career, and completely renovating my home, the word r-e-c-r-e-a-t-i-o-n did not exist in my vocabulary.  My life consisted of work, more work, extra work, and overtime. A pandemic and working in healthcare did not help the accomplishing of this elusive recreation.

I have to force myself to recreate. This June, I went camping.  Yes, I'm announcing that like it is a headline - because it is. It felt good to hear my feet on the Earth and breathe fresh, mountain air. (If you haven't visited Alberta yet - you gotta.) I work in addictions and mental health and I needed to start walking the talk and incorporate some eco-therapy.

I managed a camping trip in Banff National Park. It was beautiful and peaceful. I dragged my camera along, of course to see what I could capture. While taking pictures of a little squirrel, I didn't realize I wasn't on flat ground and tumbled right over. The only thing that was hurt was my pride. (It's not the first time I was lost in the art and flow of photography and fallen down while I was aiming for a shot.)

(I was trying to get my food photography accreditation with the Professional Photographers of Canada at the time, so even when camping, I tried some food photography.)