"What sometimes makes me sad is this : formerly, when I started, I used to think, If only I make so or so much progress, I shall get a job somewhere, and I shall be on a straight road and find my way through life.
But now something else occurs, and I fear, or rather expect, instead of a job, a kind of jail - I expect such things as, Yes, some things in your work are rather good (I doubt if they really mean it), but, you see, we have no use for work like yours."
Vincent van Gogh, letter 252
Rolling along with both photography and running.
Was kind of fearing the cold today for my run, so I threw on 5 shirts, long underwear/sweats, 2 hats, mittens, face protector, and hoped for the best as I ran to Busey Woods.
I decided to wear my new cross country shoes for the first time (minus the spikes), they felt comfortable, and once I got into the woods I ran effortlessly around and around, feeling like a music chord lost in a Philip Glass composition.
Snow on the ground, bare, blackened trees rushing by, patches of washed out blue settling into the frozen trails. I found my flow, and ended up running 13 x 1 mile loops, for a total of 15 miles.
It felt good to soak in a hot tub when I finally got home, allowing myself to thaw as I focused on my feeling of health and strength which is so wonderful to experience.
Later in the day I started work on an interesting landscape, but I lost the thread of my idea because I became sleepy.
I made some hot cocoa and tried another picture, a self portrait in a winter alley. My drowsiness faded and I was able to finish it.
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