I’m a little adrift and far from my own thoughts and writing in order to draw near to myself. They wander, little nomads pitching tents wherever the water and grass are plentiful. Thumbing noses at bricks and foundational constructs, they resist being civilized and towned and found on a map. They would rather drive till they run out of gas, to gorge themselves on supper and, with a surprised look on their faces, starve for breakfast. Fickle creatures that I have been stubbornly refusing to look at, to acknowledge, to give substance to. Now, I sit, camera in hand, and capture their souls.
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Follow Your North Star
This past month has been one where I’ve felt a little lost, even while I felt like I knew exactly where I was going. I did all the ‘right’ things; crossing all the T’s and dotting all the I’s but I felt a little empty and inadequate at the end of every day. Too much on my plate and no brakes to say ‘no.’ I was sorry every week to miss the opportunity to say ‘Hey’ to you guys.
