Meri's Musings

Be still, my heart, like the glassy waters at dawn that take on the colors of first light as eagerly as water takes on the hue of paint still clinging to the sable bristles when a color change is called for. "First Light" © 2010 Meri Arnett-Kremian Whisper to me what it is you want, what things I have to learn that I have turned away from. I am ready now to heed your murmurs if only you'll share  secrets with me like a second grader named Ellie would share her lunch with her best friend forever, a little curly-haired moppet with freckles sprinkled across her nose like wildflowers, whose blue eyes dance like skipping stones across the placid waters, a girl named Chloe whose turquoise insulated bag with matching thermos full of soup was left behind on the kitchen counter in her scramble to run for the bus, because after all, Ellie knows as do I that snickerdoodles taste best when your mouth is full of laughter and your heart has important things to say.

I listened to my heart. I've booked a photo workshop in Venice.

Over time, if we shoot authentically, follow the leanings of our heart, our body of work will become a silent testimony to who we are and what we care about. Our photographs will speak with a voice all their own, uttering our essence to all who can hear. - Jan Phillips (God is at Eye Level) "About to Blossom" photograph copyright 2009 Meri Arnett-Kremian It's easy to follow my heart when I shoot photographs but does following my heart lend a coherency to my "body of work?" Is there some kind of essential Meri-ness in my photos that speaks to you of me? Do they tell you that deep in my being I hope when you see my images the experience brings you healing for wounds you might have ignored, at least a moment of pleasure, and an appreciation of the beauty all around you? Do they tell you I wish for you to be moved, that if I am lucky you will know a piece of the joy ignited in me in the moment of capturing a beautiful image? Do they offer you an entrance into a plac...