Saturday, April 29th, 2017
This week’s prompt is “Negative Space” for the Instagram project #portraitsofme. This last month has been stressful, some good stress, some bad. I am struggling a little with my mood. I ran out of my Synthroid mid-month (latency on the doctor’s approval for the refill) so I gained about 7 pounds this month and I feel sluggish, chubby, and self-conscious. It will come right back off but still… it sucks.
I also absorb my family’s emotions. Curtis got a promotion a couple of months ago and took on a new account, so his stress level is high. He’s has been traveling a lot and I miss him terribly when he’s gone. Dominic has been alternately awesome and checked out of school, so he’s a bit all over the place. He’s got 4 As, 2 Bs and is failing one class. And though the move to Anna’s new school was overall what was best for her, it was all new… meeting new people, managing her anxiety, teaching them about her quirks. Then this second week of school, she contracted a stomach virus and was out a lot. Half day Monday for the psychiatrist, half day Tuesday and Wednesday for not feeling well, then Thursday was the track and field competition and she came home after that. Overall, she’s doing very, very well and I know in my heart CLHS is the right place for her.
But yesterday I hit a wall… and found myself in a negative emotional space. I thought I could portray this figuratively (my stance within the frame looking out to the right), literally (subject small within the frame), and symbolically (bleak setting, black and white, one slat on the far garage door slightly broken, stained driveway). A little exercise and some time with Curtis will fix everything today. <3
Nikon D750 | 20mm | f/1.8 | 1/160 | ISO 2000 | tripod with wifi-enabled remote shutter release
Thanks for looking!