E is for... Finding your Experience

Just got back from my trip to the Dolomites which was awesome. Hard work but awesome. A fellow hiker described it not as a holiday, but a hobby we had travelled abroad for. Early mornings, achy legs, rain and bruised knees are not what would constitute a holiday to most folk. Anyhow, the purpose of the trip was to experience some "Via Feratta" (Italian for iron roads) to take our hiking to the next level. This meant getting up cliff faces with the help of a harness and some cables and iron spikes strategically drilled into the rocks.

The best and worst day of the week for me was our third and most exposed and technically challenging via feratta. The first two hours of climbing were fantastic, the adrenaline was pumping, we were gaining altitude quickly and I was hugely proud of myself for not feeling the fatigue or any worries about handing from a cliff face with a huge drop below me. However about three quarters of the way through the climb, I hit an overhanging rock which I just couldn't make my way over. After two attempts to find sufficient foot holds, I fell. The harness caught me after dropping only a couple of feet, but by that time my confidence was gone and my strength had disappeared. With shaky arms and legs, not to mention a long scrape down my arm, I tried again to pull myself up but I had hit a wall. A group of people were gathering on the rock below me offering various bits of advice, "put your foot there", "hold onto that peg there", "just keep going", but there was no getting me over that rock.

A pair of impatient climbers came past, knocking me out of the way as I hung there helpless, trampling my fingers as they clambered over my rock shaped nemesis. That was my lowest point of the day. Not because I was struggling with my new hobby but because I was shown such little regard by the people I shared this hobby with. Soon after came another experienced climber (strangely the same nationality as the previous two) who could not help enough. He offered advice, sympathised and took my mind off my situation by telling me about his recent visit to my home town (for football reasons - of course!) Soon after, a rope was lowered down and I was given the extra push I needed to get on my way again. As he finally made his way past me I apologised to the friendly climber for holding him up. His response has stayed with me since. He said " It's quite alright. Everybody has to find their own experience". Then he was off, saying he would see me at the top, which he did, about 20 minutes later.

So, the point of my story is this. I did struggle, but as the man said, I found my own experience. Without pushing myself I would not have found out what I can do, and learnt that one stumble is not a reason to give up, only to find help in unlikely places. Yes there was blood and bruises from that day, but they only serve as a reminder of what I have achieved and I will miss them when they have gone.

Em x

E is for... The Benefit of Practice

Today, whilst catching up on my blog subscriptions, I read an interesting article on Scott Adams' blog. Talking about hobbies like playing pool, golf or music, Adams suggests that the person with the best record of practice usually performs the best. He says:

"practice is the main determinant of success in a particular field"

Simple right? He even suggests the art of practice should be taught in schools. Now you may find it difficult to believe, but I was a straight A student once, however I must admit this is a lesson that I had forgotten myself in recent years. For example I often find myself frustrated with my lack of progress in the field of photography since aquiring my DSLR a couple of years ago, but have I really practiced? Maybe not.

There have been some not so good photos:

But there have also been some I'm quite proud of:

Today I have taken the time to remind myself that I cannot expect to be an overnight expert and every bad photo I take is another step along the path to awesomeness! Photographers that I admire (mostly through bloggers like Karen Russell and inspiration like Momentary Bliss) produce these great images which I dream of recreating, but they didn't get there by magic, but due to lots of time behind the lense

Luckily for me I'm off to the mountains of Italy in a few days, so photo ops should not be lacking. I will maybe even share some of the results here for some feedback.
Em  x

E is for... a finished item

I'm making progress in Home Ec class. I'll admit I'm a little behind, what with work and weekends away and all that time I'm spending at the gym (if you believe that..!), but here's the latest creation.

Can you guess what it is yet?

Of course! It's a roll up for storing craft tool type things. Though what tools I would keep in here I'm not sure. Working with the PVC-type fabric was tricky but a new lesson learnt as it's pretty thick and sticky for getting through the sewing machine. I also found a new way to source materials... Is it wrong to buy a bag with cutting it up to make something else in mind? I just couldn't resist that blue polka dot pattern!

More Home Ec projects to follow.
Em x