After several weeks of stress and frustration, I finally had a chance to get away and let go of all my troubles. I headed to the beach. It’s like going camping. I brought a chair and blanket; a windbreak umbrella; a cooler full of lunch, drinks and snacks; a good book; sunscreen and a wide-brim floppy hair; sunglasses; a boogie board to float on; and sand shoes. It’s a wonder I could haul all of that across the beach. Once ensconced in my little nest, I simply sat back and soaked in the sun. It was like a weight lifted off my shoulders, even if only for a few hours. My good day is spent outside, breathing in fresh air, and breathing out worries.
Saturday morning, I went on a photo hike for the first time in months. It was Mojave Hot. I was
The Grandparent Road-trip Tour of 2014 concluded with a minimal amount of tears, angst, over-eating, and agitation, and an abundance
I really should do more archive recon before I head out on my photo hikes. An after-the-fact check showed me
I went to ground for my photo hike this week, and tried to get a different perspective on a familiar
Took a short trip to Atlanta this weekend with my menfolk, and stopped at the High Museum of Art to
Summer is winding down, and more and more kids are heading back to school. Hopefully, the beaches and trails will