Boy has this summer been a whirlwind for me. I’ve been busy on a project recently (which I’m hoping to share more detail on before the end of the month) and it’s absorbed a lot of my energy. Along with that I got a promotion at work and that’s zapped a bit of my focus away.
Because of this I’m trying more and more to take some timeout for myself and I got a chance to do that over the Labor day weekend at my family’s cottage on the Long Island Sound, my favorite place on earth. My Gram, who passed away almost a year ago, lived there in the summers but now my aunt & uncle have moved in. They were away for the weekend and at one point the other family members who were around all went into town for one reason or another and I found myself at the cottage alone.
I’m 30 and in all of the times over the 30 years I’ve been visiting that cottage I’ve never been there alone for more than 45 minutes. This time I had nearly 3 hours to myself on one of the most glorious sunny September days and I did something I’ve always wanted to do: photograph and capture the bits and pieces of my happy place.
As I was able to quietly frame up the view and make the room just right I think I managed to capture the sense of peace that you get when you’re away but you still feel at home.
I setup the tripod and use a technique called HDR (high dynamic resolution) to really get my camera to capture the scene the way I see it in real life. I wanted to capture breath of fresh air as the light cascading through and filling the entire cottage.
If you’ve spent time around the ocean you can almost taste the salty warmth trapped in the air and smell the honeysuckle breeze fluttering in the window shades in these pictures. I feel like i’m back there now writing about it.
I can remember working my part time job in college and seeing this mirror in the gift section at the unfinished wood furniture store I worked at and immediately knowing I needed to get it for Gram to hang at the cottage.
These two chairs are the spots my grandparents always sat – my grandfather in his rocking chair and my gram in the wicker chair. Loss is a funny thing and it’s hard to put words on it. I had a sentence here but I rewrote it 4 times before deciding it was not mine to share; maybe photos will have to do that on their own.
Thank you for letting me share this with you. Tell me about your favorite place in the comments!
PS. Yes, this is the cottage where the wall hanging I’ve posted about before will hang.
PPS. There’s a giveaway coming on on Instagram involving 6.5 lbs of fabric later this week, follow me on Instagram to keep your eyes peeled!
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