Ground to a halt.  Almost as if the forman responsible for the busy hub that was once my hyperactive brain told my productive and creative thinking cells to take the day off and they have no concept of time.  It’s a bad joke but the joke’s on me.  Can you tap out?  Dry up?  Exhaust the notion that you have new ideas?  Is it possible that just like a well you can run dry?  I really don’t believe this myself but I’m living that very feeling at the moment and am having a hard time waiting for the rain.

It’s almost laughable to me (because let’s get serious who is really going to read this) that I am sitting here about to write the words  … “in an effort to spark some creativity” … the only words I’ve used to describe the handful of posts I’ve managed over the last year.  The truth is however, those words are still the gods honest truth.  I am still trying to spark some creative for myself.  My own light.  My internal path.  My IT thing. 

I love photography and will now attempt at diligently setting a path which I will actively pursue without abandon.  This journey is for me fueled by the motivation that if I can continue to share I will continue to be inspired to do so.    

A trip to Brackendale this weekend was wet and saturated.  I love that in the dewy humid whisps of rain and fog that colour, as grey as the day may be, becomes a force of nature in its own right.  Everything is richer, brighter, stronger.  As if there is a comprimise being made between earth and sky.   

I would be lying if I said it hasn’t been difficult to remove myself from the lazy fog of summer.  I’ve been busy.  No excuses really, it’s just been a bit of a blur.  The purpose of this blog was to encourage the desire to hunt for creativity and share it, and in doing so feed myself in return.  True to my nature I light my fires with gasoline and they burn out quickly.  Thank god for the internet, and random browsing and talented artists everywhere pouring their souls into the world wide web.  I crawled out from underneath my rock and died.  Literally could have died when I stumbled across this photographer.  I am probably the last person in the world to know she exsists (judging from her roster of clients), which would definitely NOT be a first.  That being said, she has inspired me and I am hungry to share.  She is Ditte Isager.  Her work can be found at ditteisager.dk.  

What I am most transfixed by is her layering of objects in a disaster of visual perfection.  I work in the furniture and textiles industry and it’s rare to see household objects shot in such a unique fashion.  Haphazardly structured.  Awesome.  I have read a few blogs featuring her work and the vein seems to be a general warm fuzzy feeling regarding her use of light.  It’s intoxicating.  Through all her images this filtered light seems uniquely hers.  It is lovely.  Enjoy.