When nothing seems to help, I go and look at a stone-cutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it would split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before together.
— Jacob A. Riis, journalist and social reformer (1849-1914)
Last Saturday, I started a scheme of combining a weekly photography field trip with a stop at a nearby coffee shop to sample one of their specialty coffee drinks and spending at least a couple hours writing. You can read a more detailed account about how this mind game that I’m playing works over on Vision and Verb.
I drive past it on the way to work and noticed the surrounding buildings’ toasty red roofs gleaming in the sun one day as I came over a bridge. Unfortunately, Saturday the sun was not in the right gleaming mode and there is so much electrical line and fence clutter. So let’s call it urban reality and put a positive spin on the images…
There were also a lot of birds at the railroad yard — I suppose because there is a lot of grain on the ground that must spill from the cars and grain elevators.
I thought the pattern and twists of train tracks would make some cool photos but the fences and road limited where I could position myself. And did I mention the shadows falling from buildings? I was fighting glare and shadow combinations. Alas, my photo experience did not exactly turn out the way I had envisioned it in my head. I guess being able to overcome those kinds of challenges is what makes you a REAL photographer. Practice…
After the train photos, Steve and I went to The Coffee Shop Northeast. It is located in a cute little neighborhood in NE Minneapolis. The place had a constant stream of people going in and out.
I tried the Pumpkin Pie Latte. I wondered if it was going to be overly sweet but it was perfect — a latte with enough pumpkin taste to it to make it even more yummy.
I worked on my book, while Steve worked on his work (poor guy), with occasional screen breaks to people watch. After a couple hours, we walked outside and discovered that a day that had started out ugly and cold had turned gorgeous. We zoomed to my house to take the Brew Babes for a walk at the park where I did a little more photography. We are into that monotone time of year…
I think these weekend outings are going to help get my writing back on course. And what a great excuse to try out fancy coffee drinks!
But just writing for a few hours in a coffee shop isn’t going to get me very far so the plan is to also write for an hour a night in between. That has not been going so well because life has been getting in the way. But I think if I keep doing the field trips, I’ll get back into the story, and the working in the evenings during the week will get easier.
It’s like what the quote I started out this post with says, I know this writing thing is going to break open if I keep chipping away at it.