Left to myself and my thoughts for too long, I tend to get quite depressed. So, I try to busy myself as much as possible to prevent myself from getting to that point. I've been able to manage pretty well for the past few years, but the depression still catches up to me here and there. I think I'm just susceptible to it for whatever reason. Call it a chemical imbalance, a genetic predisposition. Whatever you want to call it. I know this about it though. It can't be helped. It just happens. Like someone or something amplifies the radio signals coming in and suddenly you're overwhelmed by everything going on around you. And it doesn't stop until something finally snaps you out of it. But it doesn't go without leaving a scar in its wake. My mind is a tapestry of "scars," all woven together in a pattern that resembles this woman that I am. Most days, I know her. Some days, I do not. This past Thursday, I experienced just such an episode. Don't know what caused it. I was perfectly fine the day before. Then, I was not. Just like that. Trying to do anything on a day like that is damn near impossible. I tried to choose a photo for the day and hated all the photos that I had taken. So, I decided to skip it. And, then I skipped it the next day as well. Until I could get some clarity once more. My mind is still a bit cloudy, but I can at least function today. Well enough at least to post these photos and to try to make sense of why I became so depressed to begin with. Maybe there's just no understanding it. Maybe it is what it is and I should just leave it at that.
My work day started early today, so I didn't get much opportunity to experiment this morning. Not that I usually do, but it would be nice if I wasn't running out the door right after I take a few photos around the yard or wherever.
We eliminated the Reefer prompts but then weren't able to get a card to authorize. What does that mean? That means BLOODY HELL. In other news, I took a picture of my lilac bush this morning. Big surprise... ;)
Because the days are shorter and usually I don't get home from work until it's already dark, I've been taking my daily photos in the mornings when there's a bit of light. This morning, it was especially cold. And, after the weekend rain, there was also quite a bit of frost. With the light shining through the fence, it was especially lovely, I thought.
It was not supposed to snow this afternoon, but it did.