Are You Becoming Ferocious? Issue 29

They say eyes clear with age,  
As dew clarifies air, 
To sharpen evenings,  
As if time put an edge, 
Round the last shape of things  

To show them there;
The many-levelled trees,
The long soft tides of grass
Wrinkling away the gold
Wind-ridden waves- all these,
They say, come back to focus
As we grow old.

‘Long Sight In Age’ by Philip Larkin

All ferocious young, aspiring artists leave me in envy and wonder.

What if? I had found the camera decades ago, when in the full bloom of my pretty, tight and smart-assed youth? Instead of this midlife cloak of artistic invisibility, would I have coolly strutted the world in tight black leather, a hip (when the word meant something) struggling artist turning heads? Could Lou Reed have been my 80’s Soho stroll soundtrack?

Not if I needed to be any good.

Because more than vision, talent and skill, I lacked the courage which opens the creative soul up to judgement, rejection and learning. I needed time for vulnerability’s bloody, screaming birth. And its wonderful unexpected consequences.   

But most of all, my eyes weren’t ready. They were still all in my head. While an artist's perspective resides in the heart. I needed time to open mine and move my eyes there.

And so, in midlife, the camera and this life found me, finally, at exactly the right time, just in time. Because “they say eyes clear with age”.  My work is unjaded and innocent, a tension of unschooled naivety and wisdom’s clarity. My middle age fueling ferocious artistic purpose.

I wonder, what has midlife ferociously fueled in you? Or are you an early learner with abundant fuel and thoughts to share with me? I would love to hear your story.



When you give yourself entierly to photography, you don’t take a photograph, You Make It! (Make up quote after Ansel Adams)

Elizabeth J Hutchinson

You are something else, my dear! from Your Mother


I love that you have found the camera along with a desire to share what you capture.
As a person who identifies as a “creative”, having had a multitude of “careers “/ paths, I find myself on the path again. This time wondering if there is anything new, fresh, something to focus my attention, energy and mind to. I keep coming up with simple pleasures.

Keep moving forward, enjoy the beauty of each new day and the joys of simple pleasures.


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