The holiday season to me is a hurdle that I have to jump every year. Sixteen years ago at the beginning of December, my father-in-law passed away and less than a month later, after a rather weird Christmas holiday, on a bleak January morning, my husband drove away to a car accident that cost him his life and that was the end of the world as we knew it, my 6 1/2 years old daughter and myself.
I have, of course, survived! What else is there to do? And I have had great moments. Most of the time, I consider myself lucky to live the sort of life I am living.
There are so many things that I enjoy doing, such good friends and family around me. But once in a while, I’ll start thinking of my cup as being half empty instead of half full.
When I took this photo, some time ago, it was snowing outside and I was sitting inside a car. I pointed my camera towards that bike out there, and the person who was driving suggested I rolled down the window, but the drops on the car window just suited my mood of the day.
I never thought of all this while I was taking the shot and later on, wondered why I liked that snapshot.
The bike outside was blurred, just like my life in that passing moment and all I could focus on were the drops on the car window.
No more so… until next year?