When I was very young I seem to recall going to Art Class and the teacher asked us to draw a scene.
Being a typical kindergartner [or first grader?] I took the beautiful array of colorful crayons and began to make my picture.
I colored grasses and trees, skies and clouds with a flourish of colors. The world would be as I deemed it in my child's eye. The clouds would be purple, the sky would be orange, the leaves would be wild colors of green, yellow, blue, ...anything my heart desired.
I put the sun in the upper right corner with multicolored rays emitting from it.
The Art Teacher came around and told me that the sky was blue. The grass is green and so were leaves on the trees. I was told to do my picture over.
I recall telling this to my father. I was very heartbroken that I had to color things the way the teacher saw it. My world was brilliant and imaginative [I didn't have the vocabulary at the time to express this to her] and her world was dull and unexciting.
I want to believe that my father talked to the teacher. But I do know that he did talk to me about it. He told me it was perfectly okay to draw the world in any color I wished, and if I wanted to the sky to be orange or purple, that was fine.
And so I bring you to my next photography experimentation. The Infared Converted camera.
It allows me to giggle and smile at a world not seen by many.
Magical.
Wild.
Where skies can be odd colored, where trees can be white or pink at my choosing.
Infrared photography is best done in the summer, but being who I am, I couldn't help but try it out in the brilliant snow.
I sure can have them!
Who says dreams don't come true?