Thanks to John at Book of Bokeh for passing on the monochrome challenge to me. Over the next 5 days, I will post my favorite black and white photos I’ve taken. On this first day, I post my most favorite photo I’ve ever taken of all time.
I shot this photo in 2009 at White Pine Camp in the Adirondacks. I had booked a cabin for some reflection time as I was completing my Master’s degree in Transpersonal Psychology. Little did I know I would have the whole entire camp to myself for the week. The camp used to serve as Calvin Coolidge’s summer white house while he served the presidential office. I had no idea about this when I booked the cabin, and the week I spent there was nothing short of magical — not because I’m a history buff, but simply because this little camp served as a type of incubator to all I was to become in the coming years.
I had just bought my first DSLR — a Canon xsi — and that week, my camera and I became best friends. I learned its functions inside and out and fell in love with DSLR photography. Not only that, but I was a place in my life where I needed to figure out what I was going to do next. The week unfolded with one bizarre synchronicity after the next — a sign I was on the right path.
Before I had left for my week of reflection, I had impulsively applied for a few jobs in the Adirondacks. I figured “why not?” I had just quit the job I had and my partner and I were splitting up. At some point during the week, I had driven into Saranac Lake, which was the closest town to where I was staying, and checked my voicemail. I had a call from one of the jobs I had applied for — a wilderness therapist position working with teenagers. The director had left the details of where his office was located and wouldn’t you know that I was sitting on the same street of where the office was, eating Ben and Jerry’s ice cream straight from the container?
Synchronicity is crazy when things work out like that.
I called the director back immediately and told him I was actually sitting on the street where his office was located and would love to come for an interview. I showed up to that interview in dirty camp clothes, reeking of camp fire, my hands sticky with ice cream. I was hired on the spot for a seasonal position and my whole life changed.
This photo always reminds me of what can happen when we allow ourselves to go deep into watery depths of the mystery of our beings and have faith that all will work out just fine. I have a huge print of this photo framed above my computer where I am sitting now, six years later, contemplating my next move in life. And again, I hear the mantra I heard then: go deep, do your work, have faith that all will work out, and allow whatever is meant to be to simply be.