Wednesday, January 12, 2011


A New Year is underway. I don't know about you, but my holidays felt very rushed and like I was on a high speed train watching the scenes go by quickly as I gazed out a window. Our world today is on a fast track and often we don't take time to listen. I'm speaking for myself. I find at times I'm thinking of other things while someone is trying to communicate a story or slice of their life to me.

Just like these old, rusty chairs I spotted along a walk through my neighborhood, if I hadn't seen something aesthetically pleasing about them and hurried past them, I would have missed something to photograph. Same goes for when I'm fretting and feel like I don't have time to really listen, I may miss an opportunity to share an important part of someone and possibly enrich my writing.

Not only did I find these worn chairs appealing, there is potential for a story here. Today I found myself entranced by an encounter I had with someone older than me and with a totally different life experience.  

I listened and really heard things he didn't say. That's what listening is all about, hearing what isn't spoken. He also knew how to weave a story and I immediately was drawn in to his world.

Doesn't look like much in this next picture, yet taking a closer look you may be able to see more than what is there.  Like I can ask, why were these chairs left to rust? How old are the chairs? Was this shed once an out-house? What makes some old deteriorated metal chairs sitting outside abandoned make me take my camera on a walk just to capture them?

The rustier the better in my view.  So for this second week of 2011, may all us creatives take more time to listen and see. And for myself, take more time to meet my writing and other creative goals this year.  Also to grow my blog here ... 


  1. Love love these pictures! Are they going to be made into greeting cards? If so, I want some! :)

    Wouldn't it be cool if those rusty old chairs could tell the stories of all the people who've sat in them? (Nice plot idea.) hugs

  2. Oh, love those old chairs - and wonder about them, tossed about so that they are left to rust . . .

    I'm with Angie ...!