Les Flâneur - Week Eight | Seasons

I was lost with this word.  The images I attempted to capture, mundane and ordinary.  These are the times digital photography is most appreciated .  Then comes Chama.  Inordinate amounts of inspiration sank into me from your twist on the many levels of meaning hidden in plain sight.    After days of coming back to your image in my mind and on the screen, my Self broke open. 

Why did I have such a time responding to the prompts?  Did I have nothing to offer?  Why was that?  And then two words seared themselves onto my soul; Loss & Fear.  With those two prompts, zero held me back.  I was nearly propelled to respond and with my most open, vulnerable Self.  My Self had found its Season.  This is where I am right now given what my world is right now.  Right now those words are where my heart lives.  I don’t find it sorrowful or maudlin.  It just is and I am joyful in the recognition and the process.  My Self needs to get through and this is the path.  I may as well get to it … this path won’t walk itself.

Thank you for the prompts and thank you for your interpretations and personal take on them.  I will endeavor to ride the wave of it all and come out joyous on the other shore.

Flâneur, from the French noun flâneur, means "stroller", "lounger", "saunterer", or "loafer". Flânerie is the act of strolling, with all of its accompanying associations. A near-synonym is 'boulevardier'.