I read every night before I got to bed. Every night, even when I am sick, tired, or both. I am usually reading something from my Unread Library, but when I am not up for something new, I turn to favorite passages from a well-thumbed collection of books scattered around the house. A paragraph or two, sometimes more, that gave me pause. A paragraph or two, sometimes more, that made me think, cry, laugh, sigh, rejoice, gasp, cheer, cringe, and pull my hair out in frustration. A paragraph or two, sometimes more, that would make me feel small, and talentless, and insignificant if the joy I get from reading something amazing didn’t always supersede my ego. It always does.
I can’t begrudge an author their undeniable talent, not when it enriches my life so much. Instead, I want to celebrate it by taking those sentences and paragraphs that are too good to read once and share them with you. Along with the passages, I will include pictures, found or taken, that are literal or symbolic interpretations of the text. They are Compositions, a series about the best words, with pictures. A composition within a composition that, hopefully, will inspire you to pick up the original and read it for your own pleasure.
You can laugh; I know it’s kind of nerdy. But I’m still super excited. I don’t imagine my pictures will come close to doing any of the books justice, but it will be fun to try and good for building my photography skills, another goal I had for this year. I’ll be posting my first one soon, hopefully tomorrow if I get an okay from the publisher. I wrote it out over the summer and included my favorite pictures of me and the boys. Actually, some of the only pictures I have of me and the boys. (I need to work on that.) I only had the nerve to show Nicole and Tristan a couple of months ago around my birthday. Consensus: nerdy, but me. Then I decided to scrap the idea, for reasons I already mentioned yesterday.
Last week, when I found out I lost my pictures from last year, I realized those pictures of me and the boys were in the group that were gone. Devastation. Then, I remembered my post from over the summer and sure enough, there they were, hidden in my blog archives. My favorite words with my favorite pictures of us. I considered it a sign. To thine own self be true…even if thineself is a goofball.