This is my summer.
|It's blurry, I know. The lens has a smudge. It makes me sad.|
I call him 'old faithful.'
Yes, it's a camera.
And a journal. See the bike?
It's going to be a repeat of last summer, only with a few different trails further out - yes, this summer, I'm going to conquer my fear of driving my big red Dodge down skinny, long, winding mountain roads.
Feel free to pass me.
I've been googling some writing workshops over the summer, but decided instead to find a digital camera class, so I can expand my knowledge of good amateur photo-taking. I couldn't really find any writer workshops that appealed to me, and really, what I want to do is write after I go on the trails, to see if hanging out in nature has an impact on what I write. I'd like to capture some of what nature leaves. It's like that dream I had, where the frozen river left such a powerful impact on me, I couldn't just leave it there.
My dream is to own a house close to the mountains, by a creek surrounded by trees, and a house surrounded by flowers and vegetables. I may not be able to get the house just yet, but I can have the mountains, the creeks, the trees and the trails!
My goal, this summer?
To get up and out of the house by 6 a.m. some mornings so I can actually be around when the wildlife is up!