A cheeky photo of my son in 2012!
Dear (Current) Amy,
It’s been a strange and mostly wonderful year so far. There have been so many opportunities and you’ve said a quick, resounding “Yes” to almost all of them. You’re right not to over-analyse whether you have enough courage to go for it, whether you have enough time to commit to it, or even whether this piece of work will become a star in whatever constellation it is that you’re slowly drawing for yourself in life. Every experience has helped you to grow in some way.
The busier you become, the more you struggle with balancing your passion for photography with everything else you love. But there is no such thing as balance, and really this passion of yours isn’t on the opposite side of a creaky see-saw, it’s more like a beautiful sky of stars enveloping your whole world. To live creatively and artistically is a blessing, and once you have found it, I don’t believe it ever leaves you. It is always there waiting for you, just like the mysterious night sky, evolving through phases just like the moon. You see moments through a frame as in a dream, and you inhale the beauty in the reels of life.
But sometimes art feels like work, and in that moment you need to savour the words of your favourite poem which never fails to ground you. The one that you first read as a teenager when you found an old torn book of poetry in a charity shop, the one you read to your future husband in the first apartment you lived in together, and the one that was read on your wedding day by your lovely friend. It is there to remind you that the beauty in this world serves as a stage for love and connection. Your art was borne out of your love for people, your own and others. Enjoy your time with these people, and the art will come.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?
See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
About the photographer:
Hello! I’m Amy Shire and I live in Melbourne, Australia, with my two adventurous little boys and wonderful hubby. I’ve loved capturing moments since I was a little girl, and I wanted to tell stories in a more beautiful way once my children were born. I am inspired by light, emotion and movement. I love anything with character and soul, and that goes for people, places and (vintage, sparkly!) things.
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