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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.9.1 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Tue, 09 Feb 2010 15:22:53 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Shutter Sisters</title><subtitle>home</subtitle><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/atom.xml"/><updated>2010-02-09T09:00:36Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.9.1 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>obsessions.</title><category term="chris"/><category term="fun"/><category term="musings"/><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/2/9/obsessions.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/2/9/obsessions.html"/><author><name>Chris Sneddon</name></author><published>2010-02-09T09:00:36Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:00:36Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span><img src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/chris/4287817857_1b2b3abc73_b.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1265704906958" alt="" /></span></p>
<p><em><strong>Obsessions (noun):the domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, etc.</strong></em></p>
<p>I have a beautiful tree right in my yard that changes with the seasons and brings me great pleasure.&nbsp; In the autumn as the tree begins to shed&nbsp;its&nbsp;orange and red&nbsp;leaves, a whole new world opens up to me.&nbsp; The tree is just outside of my balcony and I'm able to sit quietly in my patio chair and observe the world of the gorgeous finches that grace the tree.&nbsp; I have to admit: I've become obsessed with these birds.&nbsp; They entrance me with their expressions, as if they're watching <em>me </em>watching <em>them</em>.&nbsp; I've never really paid much attention to them before but now, I can't get enough of them.&nbsp; Even more so, I cannot take enough photos of these little guys.&nbsp; I'm now known in my house as "The Bird Lady".&nbsp;</p>
<p>What about you? Is there something that you love to photograph over and over again?&nbsp;Please share...because I don't want to be the only one with an obsession!&nbsp;</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Joy for Haiti</title><category term="Picture Hope"/><category term="joy for haiti"/><category term="stephanie roberts"/><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/2/8/joy-for-haiti.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/2/8/joy-for-haiti.html"/><author><name>Shutter Sisters</name></author><published>2010-02-08T07:00:21Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T07:00:21Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/myriam_700.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1265602570192" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p><em>Image by Tracey Clark</em></p>
<p>She was the one. We knew this from the start of our Picture Hope travel planning process. Haiti was on our minds because Myriam planted that seed in our hearts many months ago. Jen and I had intended to travel with Myriam, to the place where she was raised, in February to catch and share stories with Myriam's extended family in Haiti. We visualized our happy selves sitting on front porches smokin' and jokin' (sans the smoke) and dancing in the streets at Carnival. But everything changed on January 12, leaving us nothing to do but wait quietly beside our friend, watch the tragedy unfold, and wonder what hope might look like.</p>
<p>And so the Picture Hope journey to Haiti has changed for us. Jen and I are following Myriam's lead because she knows what to do and how we need to do it. This is no longer a photography and storycatching project for us to direct, but a profound experience to be felt and shared through loving eyes. I have no idea what this looks like. I have no idea what we will see, hear, do, or feel when we land in Haiti later next month, but we're open and eager to let the experience move through us and out to each of you just as it should.</p>
<p>Please take a moment to <a title="Joy for Haiti" href="http://joyforhaiti.posterous.com/" target="_blank">meet our friend Myriam and help spread a little Joy for Haiti</a>.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>This Is How the Universe Says 'I Love You'</title><category term="inspiration"/><category term="sarah"/><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/2/7/this-is-how-the-universe-says-i-love-you.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/2/7/this-is-how-the-universe-says-i-love-you.html"/><author><name>sarah-ji</name></author><published>2010-02-07T08:00:23Z</published><updated>2010-02-07T08:00:23Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="full-image-inline ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 450px;" src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/sarah/20100207_600.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1265334593410" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">You cannot convince me not to love this photo.&nbsp; And yet, this was one of those shots that I almost deleted the&nbsp; moment I captured it without even looking at the result because I had not meant to take a 1 second exposure.&nbsp;&nbsp; When I finally saw the image for the first time on my monitor at home, however, I was instantaneously smitten.&nbsp; Yes, it's blurry and partially blown-out and not anything like what I thought I wanted to capture, but upon first sight, I knew it was perfect.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Was it merely good luck or a happy accident that produced this photo?&nbsp; Perhaps a little of both.&nbsp; Nevertheless, I prefer to see it as the Universe's way of whispering 'I Love You' to little old me.&nbsp;&nbsp; It's probably not evident to anyone else, but what I recognize in this photo is the fluttering of my heart as I witnessed beauty unfolding before my eyes, the beauty I am woven into as part of <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sierraromeo/sets/72157623360088744/" target="_blank">my little community of love and faith</a>.&nbsp; In between the blur and fuzz, I see grace and hope embodied in the bended knees of people I cherish dearly, people who bow their heads in love not to ideology or religiosity or unexamined faith but to the humble task of leaning on one another and carrying each other's burdens.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">The Universe knew I would never think to take a long exposure, and so she intervened on my behalf and left me this little love note, and for that I am ever so grateful.&nbsp; It is personally more powerful and more meaningful than any image I could have captured with my own human eyes.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Please share with us today your images of serendipity/luck/happy accidents/gently whispered messages from the Universe, those images that unexpectedly made your heart skip a beat.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>A Preview of the Mom 2.0 Exhibit</title><category term="happenings"/><category term="inspiration"/><category term="motherhood"/><category term="photography"/><category term="tracey"/><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/2/5/a-preview-of-the-mom-20-exhibit.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/2/5/a-preview-of-the-mom-20-exhibit.html"/><author><name>Tracey Clark</name></author><published>2010-02-05T17:57:23Z</published><updated>2010-02-05T17:57:23Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/tracey/gallery_600.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1265403881524" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Last night was the preview party for the <a href="http://www.mom2summit.com/announcing-the-mom-2-0-defining-a-movement-art-exhibit/" target="_blank">Mom 2.0</a> Exhibit. It was fabulous; <a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog" target="_blank">seeing</a> <a href="http://www.katherinecenter.com/" target="_blank">dear Houstonian</a> <a href="http://www.ordinarycourage.com/" target="_blank">friends</a>(folks from Houston are Houstonians I was told), meeting new ones, and being surrounded by photographs created by the women, the mothers of this community here at Shutter Sisters. It made my momma heart proud and my photographer/artist heart giddy with excitement. I got a chance to get a preview of the preview which was awesome. Of course, I took <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maypapers/sets/72157623227324893/" target="_blank">lots of pictures</a>.</p>
<p>To see images that I have so admired from the web, off my screen and larger than life displayed in the exceptional space of the <a href="http://www.fotofest.org/" target="_blank">FotoFest Gallery</a> was amazing. Universal and sacred moments of womanhood, of motherhood celebrated and honored as the art that it is is so incredibly validating and empowering. I know we don&rsquo;t<em> need</em>anyone to tell us that what we do matters everyday but it sure is nice to hear. And having the first gallery show of Shutter Sisters&rsquo; photography wasn&rsquo;t a simple whisper either. It felt more like a shouting from the mountain tops, <em>See this everyone? This is who we are. This is our life. And it is beautiful and heartbreaking and exuberant and really really important! </em></p>
<p>The installation of the Mom 2.0 Exhibit will grow and change and become even richer and more textured between now and the next time I get to see it; featuring more than just the images we share online, but also the stories and the words we share everyday. It&rsquo;s going to be something to experience for sure. And there will be an auction of the work as well with proceeds going to Haiti which is amazing as well (details to come). I do hope you can join us for the<a href="http://www.fotofest.org/" target="_blank"> Mom 2.0 Summit</a>and the reception on Friday night, Feb. 19. But, even if you can&rsquo;t, just knowing that the Shutter Sisters spirit stretches above and beyond our computer screens and into the world is something we can all take great pride in. Yay us!</p>
<p><em>A special thanks and congratulations to all the sisters who have their work displayed in the exhibit: Sarah-Ji, Kate Inglis, Jen Lemen, Stephanie Roberts, Karen Walrond, Maile Wilson, Irene Nam, Meredith Winn, Kristin Zecchinelli, Chris Sneddon, Meg Fahrenbach, Angie Warren, Gabrielle Blair, Laurie Smithwick, Maggie Mason, John Armstrong, Siobahn Connally, Ali Edwards, Aimee Giese, Sheri Reed, Yvonne Marie, Maria Claudia Costa and Xanthe Berkeley. (links to al this awesomeness to follow...I'm still at the airport coming home!)</em></p>
<p>The exhibit is up now through Feb 20th at FotoFest for the public to enjoy!&nbsp;The FotoFest&nbsp;Gallery is at 1113 Vine Street Ste. 101, Houston, TX 77002. For more info (like a map and hours) visit <a href="http://www.FotoFest.org">www.FotoFest.org</a>. And tell them Shutter Sisters sent you.</p>
<p><em>&nbsp;</em></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>exposed</title><category term="maile"/><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/2/4/exposed.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/2/4/exposed.html"/><author><name>Maile Wilson</name></author><published>2010-02-04T07:01:00Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T07:01:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/maile/20100204_600.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1265222901385" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>I've been working on a project which required me to spend some time yesterday going through various photography quotes. I found this one <a href="http://luminescentimages.com/51587">here</a>, which&nbsp;got me to thinking: how important is your intention when you're photographing someone? We sometimes change the traditionally aggressive terminology that's associated with photography. Instead of <em>taking</em> a picture, we&nbsp;<em>make </em>one.&nbsp;We don't <em>shoot</em>&nbsp;or&nbsp;<em>capture</em>, we <em>save</em><em> moments</em>. But then I thought of a friend of mine who goes out of her way to <em>take</em> unflattering photos of people. She always means it to be a joke. But when you're the unlucky one who gets caught in her lens, the word "captured" most definitely describes how it feels.</p>
<p>This got me to thinking about the whole process. It can be a mutual exchange of exposure and trust. And it can also be a violation, like the paparazzi who stalk people waiting for a chance to expose something embarrassing. But what <em>makes</em>&nbsp;it embarrassing? I think it's the idea that a vulnerable piece of us would be carelessly spotlighted for others to see... and worse, <em>judge</em>.</p>
<p>So when a person allows you to <em>take</em> their picture, they're essentially&nbsp;saying that they trust you with their vulnerabilities. This makes it such an honor and responsibility, and also a special challenge if you don't know much about the person.&nbsp;<a href="http://www.sarahrhoads.com">Sarah Rhoads</a> is one of my all-time favorite photographers. She recently went to Thailand, and had some really interesting things to say about her approach to <a href="http://www.sarahrhoads.com/blog/2010/01/street-photography.html">street photography</a>. She talks about how it's not easy to walk up to a stranger and ask if it's okay to take their picture. But I think it's the willingness to be vulnerable first which opens the door for someone to trust you enough to expose them.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I would love to hear your thoughts on this subject. How do you bridge the gap between trust and exposure?</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>newfound identity</title><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/2/3/newfound-identity.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/2/3/newfound-identity.html"/><author><name>alexdesouza</name></author><published>2010-02-03T08:00:50Z</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:00:50Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/guestblogger/01292010_600.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1264816110721" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>"We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting." Kahlil Gibran</p>
<p><span class="sqq">The other day, I was having a conversation with a photographer friend and she said to me: "I am a recorder. That is what I do. I document my life." That thought stayed with me and </span>I began to wonder... <em>Who am I as a photographer?</em></p>
<p>Have you ever asked yourself this question?</p>
<p>After going through all my photos in search of my identity, I came across the image above and I knew immediately: <em>That's it.</em> I am a photographer on a quest for beauty. Whether I am shooting a client, a model or my lunch, what drives me is beauty. Some days that beauty comes to me as a gift and on other days, I have to look a little closer, dig a little deeper, even stage it. But I never tire looking for it and it never fails me. No matter what, somehow beauty is always there to lift me up and teach me something about myself and the world.</p>
<p>Who are you as a photographer? Can you answer this question with a picture?</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>shadow play</title><category term="creativity"/><category term="fun"/><category term="meredith"/><category term="musings"/><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/2/2/shadow-play.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/2/2/shadow-play.html"/><author><name>meredith winn</name></author><published>2010-02-02T09:00:26Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:00:26Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/meredith/2022010_600.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1265077145843" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>"Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit." &nbsp;</em><br /><em>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;~ Henry David Thoreau</em></p>
<p>Shadows play and dance. They stretch and mingle; catching light ~ bouncing laughter. Shadows, to me, resemble a sort of freedom of spirit. Shadows sometimes have a mind of their own. Perhaps this is why i <a title="http://www.flickr.com/photos/camerashymomma/3961866899/" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/camerashymomma/3961866899/" target="_blank">love</a> them so.</p>
<p>Today, in the United States and Canada, we celebrate Groundhog Day. What a quirky little tradition! It's one steeped in folklore. A holiday of childhood mittens and snowboots. A holiday that really is no holiday other than giving communities the chance to gather and talk of weather, hope, and patience during this... the longest winter month. It has always seemed to be a day of playfulness.</p>
<p>As the story goes, a groundhog emerges from its burrow on this very day! If it fails to see its shadow it will leave its home signifying that Spring is just around the corner. If the groundhog sees its shadow; however, it scurries back in its burrow to wait out six more weeks of Winter.</p>
<p>Play along with me today, celebrating <a title="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jenniful/4310939086/" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jenniful/4310939086/" target="_blank">shadows</a> on this Groundhog Day. Show me <a title="http://www.flickr.com/photos/casselle/4304310396/" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/casselle/4304310396/" target="_blank">your</a> shadow, whether it will be an early Spring or a long Winter, let your shadow self <a title="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bradleysofaustin/4150909496/" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bradleysofaustin/4150909496/" target="_blank">play</a> and rejoice in the sun today.</p><p></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>the beauty of backbone: nurturing for Haiti</title><category term="hope"/><category term="kate"/><category term="one word challenge"/><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/2/1/the-beauty-of-backbone-nurturing-for-haiti.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/2/1/the-beauty-of-backbone-nurturing-for-haiti.html"/><author><name>Kate Inglis</name></author><published>2010-02-01T13:00:00Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:00:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/IMG_3839-ss.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1264989193718" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>It doesn't unfurl like silk, release a scent, flutter in breeze. A stem draws moisture, a channel of nourishment as well as fortitude. A stem feeds something beautiful. A stem is a backbone.</p>
<p>Nurturing isn't just about hope or prayer, as welcome as those gestures are. It's about resources and food and water and shelter. Literal, tangible, everyday caring -- the very same we do as mothers. Picking up and putting away. Wiping and lifting and stirring supper with one hand while tussling a scruffy, three-foot head with the other. This is the nurturing that keeps souls safe, keeps bellies from rumbling. It is plain and often unseen and unrecorded and yet it keeps whole families straight up and down, growing taller.</p>
<p>For a while, until we need not be, we can be Haiti's stem.</p>
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<p>Bright and early this morning, the virtual doors opened at <em><a href="http://www.tohaitiwithlove.squarespace.com">To Haiti with Love</a></em>, an auction and gathering of creative spirits and many of our own beloved shutter sisters.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><a href="http://www.tohaitiwithlove.squarespace.com"><img src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/haitifantastica-badge-horizontal.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1264996676479" alt="" /></a></span></span></p>
<p><a href="http://tohaitiwithlove.squarespace.com/the-organizers/">Ren&eacute;</a>&nbsp;came up with the idea about a week ago -- literally. She emailed me, and responded by cannonballing into it, landing on top of her head. Within hours, emails were fast and furious and our community of artistic friends responded without hesitation.</p>
<p>With all proceeds going to the <a href="http://tohaitiwithlove.squarespace.com/broken-wings/">St. Joseph's family of homes for children in Port au Prince, Haiti</a>, we're selling a <a href="http://tohaitiwithlove.squarespace.com/the-auction/2010/1/30/ticket-to-dreams-the-mondo-beyondo-online-class.html">Mondo Beyondo</a> pass from the lovely Jen Lemen and Andrea Scher, a parade of beautiful (and many familiar, in these parts) <a href="http://tohaitiwithlove.squarespace.com/the-auction/category/photography">photographic prints</a>, original <a href="http://tohaitiwithlove.squarespace.com/the-auction/category/illustration">artwork</a>, <a href="http://tohaitiwithlove.squarespace.com/the-auction/category/clothing">clothing</a>, a coveted <a href="http://tohaitiwithlove.squarespace.com/the-auction/2010/1/30/the-shutter-sisters-flash-bulb-necklace.html">Shutter Sisters flash bulb necklace</a>, my mother's unspeakably wonderful&nbsp;<a href="http://tohaitiwithlove.squarespace.com/the-auction/2010/1/30/handmade-bird-mobile-as-seen-on-sweet-salty.html">bird mobile</a>,&nbsp;<a href="http://tohaitiwithlove.squarespace.com/the-auction/2010/1/30/basket-of-nova-scotian-baking-by-seaside-chef-leah-moon.html">homemade maple marshmallows</a>, and a weekend ski getaway in a historic cabin in Telluride, Colorado that comes complete with a small, blonde, Maritime female hobo-skier camped out on your front porch. And that's just&nbsp;to name just a few of the treasures up for bidding. More items will be added every day, so visit often throughout the week -- we've got such fabulous items waiting in the wings I can hardly keep my grinning mouth shut.</p>
<p>As photographers and authors and painters and toymakers and quilters, we offer what we know. Useful things, beautiful things. All tangible. Perhaps it's not the same as being able to pick up, dust off, offer embraces and warmth as motherhood would compel us. Perhaps it's much, much better. It's the means and the resources from which self-nurturing springs.</p>
<p><a href="http://tohaitiwithlove.squarespace.com/broken-wings/">St. Joseph's</a> nurtures Haiti's future innovators and artists and leaders. It creates family where there was none. Let's nurture them in the endeavour.</p>
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<p><em>At&nbsp;the heart of all things good, there is a stem of love and caring, support and nurturing. Whether it's over the miles, giving to&nbsp;perfect strangers or to <a href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/1/29/being-a-woman-is-a-gift.html" target="_blank">our own children</a>, we outstretch our arms and hold those who need to be held.&nbsp;We are&nbsp;women. It's what we do.</em></p>
<p><em>This&nbsp;month&nbsp;we're celebrating how we love&nbsp;with our One Word&nbsp;Project for the month: <strong>Nurture</strong>. If you're new to the One Word Project we invite you to read more about it on our <a href="http://shuttersisters.com/owpabout" target="_blank">OWP about page.</a></em></p>
<p><em>What does the act of nurturing look like in your everyday? What does nurturing look like when it's an extraordinary act? </em></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>support</title><category term="encouragement"/><category term="guest blogger"/><category term="healing"/><category term="hope"/><category term="love"/><category term="motherhood"/><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/1/31/support.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/1/31/support.html"/><author><name>Shutter Sisters</name></author><published>2010-01-31T08:00:53Z</published><updated>2010-01-31T08:00:53Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/guestblogger/01312010_600.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1264795403783" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Every now and then, I get to meet with a very good friend for lunch.&nbsp; We talk a mile a minute because our time is limited and we are desperate to get caught up on what has happened since our last meeting.&nbsp; On one such occasion, minutes before we parted, I said to her, &ldquo;You know, it really bothers me when people tell me how lucky I am.&nbsp; I find it to be a backhanded compliment.&rdquo;</p>
<p>It&rsquo;s not that I don&rsquo;t <em>believe</em> in luck.&nbsp; Maybe it&rsquo;s better to say that when something unexpected and totally awesome occurs, I will acknowledge how fortunate it is to have happened.&nbsp; Whether it is an act of God, Karma, a guardian angel, or a little fairy following me around with some pixie dust, I will give thanks for my blessings.&nbsp; But that isn&rsquo;t what I was referring to when I made that statement to her.&nbsp; I was referring to the fact that I have worked hard to get where I am today and it shouldn&rsquo;t be written off as luck; rather setting and visualize goals and working hard to achieve them.</p>
<p>Perhaps the biggest part of that statement that bothers me is the implication that my life has been nothing but rainbows and butterflies.&nbsp; My life has been filled with ups and downs just like the next guy but I don&rsquo;t complain about it or wish that it was any other way.&nbsp; It is important to maintain a balance, be honest about where you are on your own personal roller coaster (down or up, it doesn&rsquo;t matter. It&rsquo;s <em>your</em> ride, after all), and try to use the force of the current to your advantage instead of fighting against it.&nbsp; Above all else, it is essential to create and maintain a support system that will guide you through both highs and lows.</p>
<p>Like any other precautionary measure or defense system that is put into place, your support won&rsquo;t be tested until it is put under pressure.&nbsp; When you are facing one of life&rsquo;s challenges - depression, sadness, loss, stress, etc. - you will find that some of your support falters.&nbsp; That&rsquo;s ok.&nbsp; You will find that some things that you didn&rsquo;t even know you had will rise up to the challenge.&nbsp; Your camera, bumping into a friend that you hadn&rsquo;t seen in years, your companion/husband/wife/lover, a volunteer in your garden, repetition in your knitting, the warmth of your tea (or coffee - you know who you are), sleep at the end of the day, a stranger smiling at you in passing &ndash; something or someone will be there for you if you have a support system in place and you are open to the guidance around you.</p>
<p>I hope you will join me in supporting those who need a little love, happiness, understanding, encouragement, and hope over at <a href="http://teaandbrie.com/youarenotalone">You Are Not Alone</a>.&nbsp; The site is still very young, but along with the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/youarenotalone">group pool on Flickr</a>, there will be plenty of chances to contribute if you are interested.&nbsp; Though designed specifically with those suffering from Post Pardum Depression&nbsp;in mind, anyone is welcome.&nbsp; Just think, <em>you</em> could turn someone&rsquo;s day around!&nbsp; And if you are the one in need, be sure to check the blog and group pool often for your <a href="http://teaandbrie.com/youarenotalone/?cat=3">Daily Dose</a> of support.</p>
<p><em>Image and words courtesy of </em><a href="http://teaandbrie.com" target="_blank"><em>Meg Fahrenbach</em></a><em>&nbsp;aka the delicious </em><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7565577@N04/" target="_blank"><em>Tea &amp; Brie</em></a><em>.</em></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>home sweet home</title><category term="guest blogger"/><category term="musings"/><category term="your local pix"/><id>http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/1/30/home-sweet-home.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://shuttersisters.com/home/2010/1/30/home-sweet-home.html"/><author><name>Shutter Sisters</name></author><published>2010-01-30T08:00:30Z</published><updated>2010-01-30T08:00:30Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://shuttersisters.com/storage/guestblogger/01302010_600.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1264794261078" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>I lived in Wyoming with my husband and three kids for 16 years, not to mention the years I grew up there.&nbsp; When the kids were little we spent our free time up in the Uinta Mountains camping, hiking, or just taking an afternoon to enjoy a picnic.&nbsp; Every morning when I would take my kids to school I would pull out of my driveway and I would see those mountains and knew I was home.&nbsp; <br /><br />When we decided to move to Alaska I knew it was a good move for us and we were excited about the new life we were going to make there. As we were leaving Wyoming I could not help but take one last look at that mountain range and think how much I was going to miss Wyoming, my home.&nbsp; <br /><br />Two years ago I started taking pictures and I started to find my place in Alaska.&nbsp; We live 30 miles from and active volcano <em>Mt. Redoubt</em>and last year it started to erupt.&nbsp; As crazy as it sounds I found my home in the images I took of this volcano.&nbsp; I feel as if it is watching over us and I often stand on my back porch admiring this great mountain.&nbsp; It has become my substitution for the Uinta Mountains.&nbsp; I can't exactly camp or hike on Mt. Redoubt but the Uinta Mountains never erupted either.<br /><br />What makes where you live home?&nbsp; Show us where you're from.&nbsp;</p>
<p><em>Image and words courtesy of Honorary Sister/Guest Blogger <a href="http://simplyblogged.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Eleaca Young</a>, or as she's known and loved on Flickr, <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/leacayoung/" target="_blank">Leaca's Philosophy</a>.</em></p>]]></content></entry></feed>