Sink or Swim

When you fall in a river, you're no longer a fisherman; you are a swimmer. Field and Stream Magazine

I'm not now, nor have I ever been a fisherman, but I find that quote from Field and Stream Magazine, humorously positive, and strangely applicable to my life, at the moment.

Each evening before retiring to bed, I make my way from the house to the kennel, to tuck Maggie and Trooper in for the night.  Though a mere twenty feet from door to door, I must navigate the uneven ground, often through inclement weather, and in poor light.

It has occurred to me, that a few misguided steps could lead me to the edge of an embankment that drops down to the swiftly flowing, icy creek below.  A turned ankle on a loose rock, or a strong nudge from a hyperactive hound, could lead to certain disaster - PLOP!

Sink, or swim?  Both, choices confronting an individual upon realizing they've managed to wade a tad too far from shore, or in my case, fallen off the creek bank.  I sincerely doubt I need worry about sinking in four feet of water, considering I'm a somewhat competent swimmer.  Barring an incapacitating bump on the head, I'd most certainly emerge cold, bruised, and mad as a wet hen.

So much for a literal application; metaphorically, however, I might as well have fallen off the fishing boat while crossing the English Channel.

A few short years ago, my dear husband, researched and purchased for me, a fancy new digital SLR camera (a Canon Rebel).  At the time, I was wearing out the best point-and-shoot model cameras at the rate of one, every eighteen months, or so.

To say, that I threw myself into learning how to use my new toy, would be an understatement.  I read the book, enrolled in photography classes, and took the camera with me everywhere, taking photographs of everything.

The new digital camera, led to a new computer, and that in turn, to the purchase of photo-editing software (more classes, and much frustration followed). I began to refine my subject matter. A laptop was purchased for road trips, along with better lenses, and fancy camera bags.  Finally, the trusty little Rebel was put aside, for a beefier, more professional model.

So, where has my camera-mania led?  To me, paddling wildly about, in the middle of the English Channel.  Sink or swim?

As long as I keep my wits about me, and the seas remain relatively calm, I think I have a pretty good shot at making it ashore.

If you have time, check out my new blog site, Farmfreshphotography.blogspot.com.


  1. You really did jump in with two feet on the photography thing- as well you should have! what a lovely "hobby" that you are truly gifted at and that allows you to be creative in so many ways. Took a couple tractor photos for you Friday at Trax farms- hope to upload them sometime soon ;)

  2. Sink or swim....that's what life is about. It seems we all need to pick one every day. The photography has been an amazing way for you to swim especially considering life has had duch a strong undertoe this past year. So glad you've found your calling.