The pictures this week were amazing - simply amazing. I literally had to call Faith in to break a tie, or I would have been here forever, with my ridiculously indecisive nature. So… between Faith’s excellent eye for art and her reluctant generosity (I’m using her computer, as mine bit the dust day before yesterday - which is why I couldn’t post my own SPC this week) I feel like this post is a team effort.
There were a few pictures that instantly screamed “FOOD!!” and a few that I couldn’t figure out to save my life. I couldn’t find the food anywhere in the shot.
The picture I chose for my selection this week fell somewhere in the middle. When I first saw it, I thought “wow, that’s a beautiful self portrait. I don’t really get the food connection, but I do love the picture.” Then I spotted the highchair, softly blurred in the background.
I love the light here, I love that the focus is on Candice’s face - I love the emotion, and the lack of food. She looks beautiful, a little tired (I don’t mean that as an insult at all… I could just be projecting) and it all tells a story.
I’m right there myself, in the middle of that story. Food is not fun, it’s not something I enjoy creating. I don’t love cooking the way I used to - it’s a chore. I remember the days of being single - when cooking was something I did for fun.
Now it’s something I have to do. It’s one of the “have to’s” of life.
What I want to know from someone who’s been there and done that - is will I ever get back to the place where it becomes a desire again?
It’s all point of view - and I know there are people with huge families who love cooking. I’m infinitely jealous. For now, I identify more with Candice. Despite the reality, there is beauty. I love this self portrait.
I give a gold star for completing chores.
Image courtesy of Lucky Candice.
until next week,
