It recently occurred to me I am in an enviable position. Having no affiliation with any person or institution, organization or association, I am an independent scholar. I have my husband to thank, for it was he who pointed this out to me.
A week or so ago I shared with my husband and son: a loosely formed idea for a book. I had been going through some images from 2015-2017, selecting my favorites. I found myself paging through field guides, 'googling' south-central Pennsylvania flora and fauna and then cross-referencing my images with images found in the books on my husband's library shelves. (He shelves the art. I shelve the natural history.) I was thinking about how I see my world; more so, I was thinking about how others see their worlds. Gradually, the subjects intertwined; I was captivated.
And so, I have decided to pursue my research. I have no reputation to preserve, no editor to appease and most encouraging: no deadlines. Piles of books on my coffee table, the index cards next to my chair, bright yellow Post-it notes and a stack of twelve legal pads indicate (at least to me), that this curiosity is becoming more formalized. Pursuit of knowledge...potentially, a manuscript...and all blissfully devoid of obligation.