The Lens of My Camera…

I’ve been feeling for a while now that I wanted to set up a site dedicated to the photos I take. On this site, it seems my photos, at least what I post for The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge, get the most likes. So, last night, I made a new free site on WordPress: The Lens of My Camera.

I’m hoping that maybe some of my followers here may decide to follow me there as well. I’m not expecting fame and fortune. I have not suddenly become an amazing photographer. As I shared on an earlier post ( The Deepest of Longings ), I love taking pictures and I love sharing what I see.

I have not yet decided how I am going to post my pics there: one at a time or multiple pics in a single post as I have them collected. The first post on there is a collection of photos I took at the Field of Serenity yesterday. Seeing as I definitely would like feedback on the photos, of course would love likes, I’m not sure that putting a bunch of pictures in one post works best for that, especially since, so far, I haven’t put titles or captions with any of the pics (except one). Would love some feedback on that if someone, anyone would be willing to give me their thoughts on that.

On a different note, the sun came out for a bit yesterday. It helped some with the depression I have been feeling. The presence of the sun also made me realize that some of the depression I have been feeling has nothing to do with the rain that came and is something I need to deal with.

I am a master at pushing aside whatever I am feeling when I either don’t want to deal with it or don’t feel I can deal with it at the time. I think to myself “I don’t have time for that right now” and sweep it aside. It doesn’t go away, it just stops pestering me in the forefront. Whatever feeling it is then finds itself a nesting spot in my brain and nutures itself into being even more intense until, one day, it forces itself out into the open like a volcano erupting and wipes me out. Ok. not always, but often enough. I have tried developing better coping skills, and they are amazingly better than what they used to be, but there is plenty of room for improvement. I’mworking on it.

Anyway, the sun is supposed to return today and I am looking forward to it. We are supposed to go out to paint curbs, which I have to admit I am not looking forward to (part of the funk I’m in).  Keep your fingers crossed for us. Painting curbs this year has been sort of hit and miss on how well it goes.

I’m going to head out to paint curb numbers with the most positive attitude I can muster up. When we are getting a lot of no’s, it chisels away at that positive attitude like a sculptor. I have always loved paint curbs in the past. Maybe this is because, in the past, it has usually been our only form of income.

I have come to realize that I am extremely money motivated. Who isn’t, right? I think the level of money motivated I have become has everything to do with the way our life has been unfolding over the last number of years. I’m sick of my life always being a struggle to just survive and I’m doing as many things as I possibly can to bring in more money so the struggle isn’t so difficult, and defeating.

I have come up with another idea I may want to patent. Its not the first one I’ve come up with. The last one ended up not being patented due to finances. Since then, I have seen an extremely similar product come out from 3M. That was utterly frustrating to see. And, yes, very depressing. That one idea could have alleviated the daily struggle significantly. *sigh*

But I’m rambling now. I will head out to load the van with my cleaning supplies as we have a clean to do today before heading out to paint curb numbers. I hope everyone has an amazing day that leaves them smiling as they fall asleep tonight. Never stop chasing your dreams. You never know where they might end up.


About dragonflygypsyusa

Over-thinker with way too much availability to the internet to research whatever might come to mind, amateur photographer, dog enthusiast, learning every day, working on finding my undamaged self.
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