Fridays have always been a much-treasured day for me. A day when years ago I would rush home from work, gather up the kids and head to a dear friend’s home, so that the kids could play with their friends and I would have someone to share the week’s ups and downs with – with a ‘drink in hand’ of course.
Then it became the Friday B-B-que night – where I’d prepare all the food, sit back and watch my boys ‘do the B-B-que’ – with a ‘drink in hand’ needless to say.
As the years passed, and work responsibilities increased, not to mention the kids became teenagers, Wednesday became the new Friday – if only because the ‘drinks in hand’ scenario needed to start a bit earlier in the week.
I won’t even go through the Covid times when every day rolled into one and Friday was whichever day you wanted it to be – signalled by the ‘drink in hand’, of course.
With nowhere to be and lots of time to get there however, my Fridays have taken on a new meaning – it’s the wherever I want to be day and I’m loving it.
Over the past few years that I’ve had the privilege of occupying a modest space on our north coast, I’ve witnessed hundreds of hikers brave the Paria trail. It’s not a hike for the faint hearted. It has its fair share of hills which meander gently down to small creeks. Views of the coast tease you from time to time. And the cool breezes that waft through the forest beckon you on to your destination.
It is challenging and well worth the effort. And over the years that my husband and I have trekked the trail for our early morning exercise, I’ve always threatened to take my camera with me. To stop from time to time to truly enjoy the views, the flora, the breezes, the birds awakening, the butterflies flitting.
Now that I have nowhere to be and lots of time to get there….. Guess what…. My camera came for the hike.
Early morning wake-up call, an hour’s drive to the start of our adventure, wide open paths (for the most part anyway), scrambling up muddy slopes on hands, tummies and knees, cool breezes, breath-taking hilltop views, ocean-scapes – nature at its best.
A lovely morning spent with like-minded crazies. And we would do it all again with nowhere to be and lots of time to get there.
With eyes that look for the beauty that surrounds, everything is picture perfect.
My camera has been smiling a lot lately. I recently shared with another photographer friend that I had simply lost my photo-mojo. Work life balance was challenging. I was going nowhere that was picture worthy. My life was one big world wind of work and more work. He was horrified and fearful that I was spiralling into a depression of some sort. I had absolutely no desire to think of F-stop, Aperture, ISO – this was becoming so foreign to me.
But today – my camera (my mobile for the moment anyway) and I are once again joined by the hip. Well let’s just say that the dust is clearing, and we’re rebuilding that special relationship. There’s that quaint house, the mountains, that view that all make is so easy to snap.
And the beauty of the world is once again high on my radar.