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Relaxation

  I read or saw something recently that paraphrasing stated something like this. I was raised as a child (as well as much of my generation was) that no fun or relaxation happened until my homework and chores were completed. In an ironic twist of fate, I now cannot ever relax because there are always things that must be done. I discussed this with Erin on my last visit and she said that was very profound and that I may have a point. Now the challenge is how to rewire my thinking that was etched into my brain my entire childhood and early adult life? I am not alone, as I mentioned above. My sister, for example, has two kids in sports. She works full-time and so does her husband. They are running from the time they wake until they go to bed. Any time she sits down, she falls asleep. My mother-in-law is the same way. She always had to be occupied with some tasks or another. Every day, she diligently cleans every nook and cranny of the house. Whether it’s making wreaths or working outside,
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Back to the farm

  I just concluded a wonderful weekend. Filled with some milestones and pleasurable experiences. As I rounded the sun again last week, I had lunch with my buddy Shawn. It was a good time with great conversation. I enjoy his company and unfortunately, with busy schedules, we rarely see each other. Thus, I relish each time we are together. Friday Marcie and I were off work, so we began the day with walking the pups. Our destination was O’Bannon Woods State Park. We did a mile loop on the Upper Blue River Trail, then drove to the Horseman’s camp where we did another 1.5 miles. The Upper Blue River hike concluded with 3 ticks on (Sorine), 1 tick on Kraven, and no ticks for humans. Since the primitive horseman’s camp had all paved trails, the chances of gaining any ticks there were minimal. With my camera in hand, I could shoot some horses while at the camp. I received permission from an older guy who was saddling up a horse and stated, “ I lost my hearing in Vietnam. You must speak

Mentor - update

  In the blink of an eye, it was over. The decision was final, leaving me no choice but to accept and honor it. After careful deliberation, I chose Mark to be my photography mentor. It became apparent that he wasn't interested in being my mentor after a few text messages. When asked for his opinion on my work, he admitted he wasn't comfortable giving critiques. I chose him for his photography skills, his wealth of life experience, and his exceptional ability to capture moments through a camera lens. With the decision made, I will return to occasionally posting on Threads, enjoying the simplicity of sharing without the clutter of Instagram or Facebook. If you are interested, I can share my Threads account or provide my work via other methods. I plan to share only with a select few. Until next time, Tim

Mentor

  When my photography journey rekindled back in 2015 with a trip to Maine, I never knew how far I would come and how important pushing a button on a camera would be. I have come a long way, but still have so much more to learn. A mentor is described as an experienced and trusted adviser (noun) . Also, as someone who will advise or train (someone, especially a younger  colleague ) (verb). Wikipedia also states mentorship is the patronage, influence, guidance, or direction given by a mentor. A mentor is someone who teaches or gives help and advice to a less experienced and often younger person.  Since I have gotten more serious about my photography, I have been looking for a mentor that fits these categories listed above. Seeking guidance, I reached out to a handful of “professional” photographers to inquire about mentorship. I received no response from one person, another person casually mentioned that they rarely mentor, and a third person kindly explained that they couldn’t inves

Honor

This week, I experienced a delightful surprise, a deep sense of honor, and a profound feeling of humility. A simple email from a friend set everything in motion. My recent post titled END was a short post which included a picture I took recently while at Churchill Downs racetrack. After the post went out, I will on rare occasions get feedback from a select few people. My friend Al rarely comments, but regarding this post he simply put “ That is a great photo. ” Al is a jokester, so I had to clarify if he was serious or joking. He was not joking. The email switched to text where he told me how he admired the shot and asked if he could get a copy to be printed on canvas for his home office. This is where honor and humility come in. I have sold prints to my friends Tesa, Tricia, Amanda, Laurie, Kim, Erin and even a family friend Sister Rose. Dr. Erin, my cousin Micki, and my mother-in-law also have my work hanging in their homes. I have even had friends like Troy inquire about futu