Last Friday I went to visit my mom in the Eastern Townships. When I go there it’s always about the destination, not the journey. My goal is always to get there fast. I know the shortest routes (worked out by my father years ago) and the best roads to take in winter or summer. I know when the bridge off the Island of Montreal is most likely to be busy at different times of the day and year and when to avoid the worst of road construction. Every time I drive to see my mom, especially now that my dad has passed away, I wish we lived closer.
On Friday morning I finished off some work I had to do and I found myself ready to leave earlier than planned. This almost never happens. I decided to take my camera and stop off to photograph some barns on the way. I’ve seen these barns in all seasons and in different types of light over the years. I always find them beautiful but I also know that I’m not good at this type of photography. You know me, I’m not happy unless my lens is two inches from my subject.
So I stopped the car along the country roads and took photos of barns. Most of these are familiar to me, and I had photographed some before, but after a while I started exploring other roads that I’d never been on and found new barns! I found this so relaxing. By the time I arrived I was completely Zen. I guess I’m a slow learner. I should know by now how it makes me feel when I attend to my creative needs. Oh well.
I’m not entirely satisfied with these photos (although some might make good paintings) but the journey sure was great.
P.S. I met a few animals along the way, mostly dogs that wanted to devour me, and one little critter that wanted to be photographed.