A Gift

When I started to photograph two years ago I felt a need to capture the good moments in life, small ones, and share them. I wanted to remind myself and others about the things that makes one laugh and love. Back then I was suddenly forced to slow down to take time to think about what really was important in living in this world.

Tomorrow I’m travelling to the place where the photographing started. Where I saw how the evening light touched the pages of a novel I was reading and how the salty wind tried to blow my stationary to the deep sea. How it felt good to walk in a forest wearing my grandmas rubber boots and hold the camera as still as I possibly could.

Yesterday I spent the day with a friend. We talked about life and how it sometimes makes one feel unsettled and other times increadibly grateful. I told her how I was afraid that I would forget things I had learned that summer. And how I was afraid that some sad things that happened then would appear again. She comforted me and encouraged me to continue to photograph (something been done less lately). There are always new things to learn and good things to capture and sometimes go back to.

Everything good that can be found in this life is a gift. Nothing that we can take credit for and that’s the beauty of it all. Those wonderful things can only be received, enjoyed and shared. One can not own nor produce love. It is meant to be a gift that should be shared.

You can have the other words

-chance, luck, coincidence, serendipity.

I’ll take grace.

I don’t know what it is exactly,

but I’ll take it.

Mary Oliver

Hoping your summer will be full of beautiful gifts.

Saara