I had every intention of posting this in October (because that’s when my family and I went camping), but life got the better of me.
So here’s a short, not-too-many-words, lovely post featuring some of my favorite photos.
We went to Chapman State Park, and my goodness, it was gorgeous. I fell in love with turning leaves and foggy mornings and campfires ages ago, and it was nice to get back to it.
My aunt and uncle came, and my uncle is a photographer, so I got lots of new information from him that I can use to take better pictures. It was pretty great. So here’s to new things and improving my photography.
Autumn Camping Pictures
Find more pictures from our trip on my Instagram. (@thoughtsfrombehindthelens.)
About a week ago, my love and I were headed off to Niagara Falls for a fun day of adventuring. We had a bit of trouble getting there and figuring out where to park, but once we dealt with all of that, we were off.
We had plans to go to the Canadian side, but then we ended up walking all the way around Goat Island. (No, there are no goats there. Yes, I was disappointed.) We were some of the only people to go all the way around, but it was well worth it. We discovered smaller waterfalls and walked past a lot of rapids. Then we found a bench in the shade with a view of the calmer water. It was a wonderful way to relax for a few minutes and just talk.
By the time we were finished, we didn’t have enough time for Canada, so we headed back . . . and got some ice cream. Which was delicious. Like, super good. We were both hot and sweaty and gross, and the ice cream was a delicious (and overpriced) way to cool ourselves down. Totally worth it.
I had a wonderful time, and I’d love to go back again to see the other side. I’ve always heard it’s prettier. 😛
A year or two back, I’d been on a hunt to find a solid Christian magazine. There were a couple reasons—
First, I was beginning to think that maybe, as I learned the craft of writing, I could write for some of those magazines. Second, I also wanted to find a place where I could get faith-centered encouragement and inspiration. Third, I thought it would be interesting to see what Christians outside my circle were saying, thinking, and doing about our culture.
RELEVANT was one of the first Christian magazines that I discovered. They’re also the only magazine I pay a subscription for. It’s written by young people, for young people, and ever since I found the magazine, I’ve loved that about them.
We talk about culture and real-life issues that other faith-based magazines might shy away from, because we believe it’s important to address the gritty stuff of life—even when it makes us uncomfortable.
Recently, I picked up writing poetry again. For a while, creative writing (and, sadly, any type of reading) has been off of my radar. Nothing was coming to mind, and I didn’t feel like forcing myself to write.
So I didn’t.
But I picked up a pen and a fancy new notebook and started writing. And I actually liked the words that came to sit on the pages inside. And I have this feeling, deep inside me somewhere, that I’m going to be continuing in my old habits of writing (and hopefully reading).
I’ve just started reading the book If You Feel too Much by Jamie Tworkowski. I like it a lot. It’s so raw and emotional and real. He’s got this style to him, in both his writing and his life, that gives me a strong admiration for him.
He inspires me. To be a better person, to write more, to write better. He’s just one of those people with one of those voices and one of those souls.
He’s reminded me of the thrill I get when I write. Well, not when I write. But when I write my heart.
“A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”
I love this quote, especially the beginning. Poems, for me, start as gut feelings or rushes of emotion or lumps in the throat. Quite often, anyway. And I love that. I love the whirlwind and the excitement and the longing. I love seeing a poem stretch itself out, love the idea of creating something, love seeing scribbles and half-stanzas on a page.
Poetry is a dear old friend of mine, and I’m glad I’ve found it again. Creative writing (especially poetry) gives me a special way to express myself and put my emotions onto paper. It’s one of my favorite pastimes. I may start posting poetry on here, but I’ll probably just keep it to my personal blog, Found and Cherished.
I’m excited to get back onto the path of writing poetry. Here’s to hoping I stick with it this time. <3