My husband's back went out yesterday, so he decided not to work today. While we were waiting for the chiropractor's office to open so he could make an appointment, we decided to go out to our local diner (which has changed hands yet again) for breakfast.
It's one of those fabulous fifties diners -- not that it's decorated with 50's stuff, but it has that lovely distressed aluminum trim, turquoise booths, and those charming little mini-jukeboxes. And, sadly, by the time we left there was no one else in the place. So I asked the waitress if I could take some pictures, and she said yes! Hurray!
I'd just been telling my husband as we drove into the parking lot that I was feeling a bit sad about my photography this morning. I'm doing the final prep for the Women Behind the Lens show, and, well... maybe it's kind of like stage fright? I'm just not at all sure if what I've been shooting lately is really from the heart.
So to take my camera into the diner turned out to be a really wonderful gift: I LOVED what my camera was seeing. Taking these pictures was like taking a long cold drink of water after a week in the desert -- they were just SO rich and juicy! So I'm hoping to include one or two of them in the show, just to provide a bit of an alternative to the other, rather gritty pieces that I'm currently planning to exhibit.
I know. It's just a pot of coffee, and an empty one at that. But the sight of it just makes my heart soar. Go figure!