Another baby photo!
My creative head has been in my writing rather than my photography this week. When I start to get muddled, I turn to E.B. White. He is one of my writing mentors.
“Style takes its final shape more from attitudes of mind than from principles of composition, for, as an elderly practitioner once remarked, ‘Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.’ This moral observation would have no place in a rule book were it not that style is the writer, and therefore what you are, rather than what you know, will at last determine your style.” — E.B. White, The Elements of Style
“. . . therefore what you are, rather than what you know, will at last determine your style.” I love the paradox imbedded in this sentence. It is both reassuring and intimidating. Few, I can just be myself. Wait, who am I?
Who am I, when I write a piece for a homeschooling magazine? Who am I, when I write a story about farmers for our local land trust? Who am I, when I write an article about our homebirth community?
Who am I, when I at last sit down at my desk — covered in books and paper, tiny things made by my girls, love notes, baby nail clippers, stickers, and an unfinished doll scarf still on toothpick-sized knitting needles — and write a chapter of a book? My children’s book?
“Writing is an act of faith,” E.B. White says. Maybe that is why I come back to it again and again. Writing is where I uncover my truth and find my story. Sometimes I think I come to tell a story . . . but more often that not, I come to find it.
This is my dear friend Jenny with her four children at Lake Michigan last summer. I met Jenny in Pittsburgh just before Amabel was born, and our friendship has grown alongside our families over the past 10 years.
I’ve learned so much from Jenny about photography, especially since she started a family photography podcast last spring. So you can imagine how thrilled I am to be on her show! It was so much fun to interview Jenny on her TWIP Family podcast about panning photos and our 365 projects. You can listen to us by following the link to this TWIP Family show, through iTunes, or in your favorite podcast app. I hope you enjoy listening as much as I enjoyed talking with Jenny!
I am in need of a photo (of myself) for a piece I’m working on (the terrarium piece). And I have plans to meet up with my sister-in-law, a talented photographer, at the beach on a warmish evening this week. But my March 30th deadline is fast approaching, and today I hear from two people that we might get 12 inches of snow on Wednesday. Uh-oh. Those plans I had to take a shower and wash my hair and put on something interesting and attempt to look nice, flanked by my three children . . . ? I may just have to let them go for now.
So I wrap up Wallace, throw on a hat, and we all go out into the woods on what may be our last sunny and not snowy evening before March 30th. We’re down here looking for mosses again, but before our hands are full of little green plants, I hand the camera to Jeffrey and say, “Will you take a few pictures of us, Bud?”
And, oops, I forgot to take my giant sunglasses off!