Monthly Archives: March 2013

Weekend road trip

Two of the perks of having a spouse that works on a film crew are spontaneous weekend road trips to go visit him on the set, and staying in fancy hotels with views like this:

Panorama of Niagara Falls, Ontario.

Panorama of Niagara Falls, Ontario. (click for a larger view)

And this:

Clifton Hill at night.

Clifton Hill at night.

And just a short walk away, this:

Horseshoe Falls, Niagara

Horseshoe Falls, Niagara

A rainbow and the Rainbow bridge border crossing to New York state.

A rainbow and the Rainbow bridge border crossing to New York state.

Of course this can’t make up for the fact that we hardly ever see him, but we can certainly exploit the free hotel room to our full advantage when we get the chance.

We had a fabulous little weekend vacation but these types of spontaneous road trips come with a price – loads of unfinished laundry, dishes piled up in the sink, and a very messy living room (more than usual). I’ll be busy every evening this week catching up with my chores.

I don’t mind though. We had beautiful spring like weather and the weekend getaway was perfect for breaking in the camera on my new iphone5. I had so much fun walking about and taking photos, and that view from our hotel was totally worth the weeks worth of laundry that I now have to catch up on.

Oh, and seeing my husband in person once in a while is always nice too. Can’t forget about that.

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All photos are my own, taken and processed with various apps on my iPhone 5. 

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Dry spells, creative slumps and taking risks

I have not been going out for photo walks at all lately. And to be absolutely honest, I haven’t felt like it. I don’t know if I have fallen into a creative slump or if it’s just the natural course of creativity. Dry spells happen sometimes.

Of course, it could also be this dismal winter weather that is curtailing my inspiration.

But that does not mean that I have not been thinking about artsy things and expressing my creative side.


My daughter, who is ten, came home from art class last weekend and showed me her latest drawing. It’s a simple drawing of a crayon, coloured and shaded with a skill and precision that makes me wonder where she gets her artistic eye from. It’s certainly not from me…

…and then I could kick myself because there I go again with the negative self-talk disguised as self-deprecating humour.

I catch myself saying stupid things like “she obviously doesn’t get her creative talents from me” or “she gets this from her dad” who is a musician, “or the artistic talents must have skipped a generation, she gets it from my mom” who used to do oil paintings.

Why do I do that? My negative inner dialogue feels like a really bad habit that is impossible to break. I worry that if I keep it up I will drive away whatever creative juices I have managed to recover in the last few years and make them dry up completely. I worry that whatever creative projects I produce will completely stink, and then suddenly expressing myself feels like too much of a risk that I am not willing to take. So I don’t and I go on continuing to be unhappy and unfulfilled because I silence my own creative voice.

Okay, so maybe I am in a bit of a slump.

Today I am reminded that living a creative life is not so much about the finished product, whether that may be a drawing, a photo taken with my iPhone or my thoughts expressed in words on the screen in front of me. Perhaps for me, it has more to do with finding the courage to pick myself up, ignore the negative voices in my head and go out and do the things I enjoy because they make me feel good and they inspire me.

The thing about creative expression is that sometimes inspiration doesn’t just show up on your doorstep or fall in your lap. Sometimes you have to get out there and find it.