the pendulum

I took these photos the other night and I'm in love with them. My lens completely fogged up when I sat down in the damp grass to start shooting. It's been so very humid and hot here lately and the air is heavy and saturated. At first I kept trying to wipe my lens off and clear the condensation that was forming. But when I checked the images on my LCD screen I think I actually said, "oh my..." out loud. I just loved the softness and the warm, golden glow in the background from the setting sun.

And then when I converted them to black and white I thought I might just die and go to heaven. I really love them. The pendulum of self-doubt and criticism swings violently from one extreme to the other around here - either I love my photos and don't care what others think or feel when they see them or I completely question why I even own a camera. It doesn't make any sense, does it? Lately, okay like the last 3 days, I've really been enjoying my photos. I think I'd like to stay on this ride a little longer, please.