Time to pull my socks up
The other day... I honestly have no idea what day it was... I spent three or four hours wandering with my camera... exploring a series of beaches I hadn't seen before. The weather was changing minute to minute... and so was the light. And so was I with my two different (kit and macro) lenses. I was on my knees, on my back, on my belly... climbing steep rocks and plunging into gulleys... sliding down hills on my butt when I had to... getting wet and salty and dirty and banged up and scratched and scraped... and loving every second of it.
I found all kinds of things washed up... a toothbrush, ropes, a door to something... and, my favourite find... a woman's shoe.... a black slingback with a big high wedgie heel and just my size. No... I didn't try it on or bring it home. But I did give it a thorough inspection. It was made by Harley Davidson. A biker chick shoe. Composed entirely of manmade materials. Which kind of susprised me. I mean... Harley Davidson? Wouldn't you think that... if anyone was gonna make stuff from leather... it would be HD?
Anyway... my bliss out there with my camera on the beach was interrupted by a brief, harsh reality check. (Read: panic attack.) I've been drifting... pretty much doing whatever I like... for a while now. And... as I mentioned with an earlier pic... I haven't been out in public or dealt with people in ages.
Soon this will end. I'm starting a new job. And... ack... with Xmas and all that it entails... I'm going to have to reach down deep and try my best to activate my lone, largely dysfunctional social-interaction gene.
I'm also gonna have to face up to a whole lot of things I've been avoiding. Like bookkeeping. And taxes. Ugh. And... oh yeah. My physical health, which I keep just trying to ignore (at my peril).
Later today I'm having a tooth pulled. For lack of anything better, I'm considering that a turning point. Like... I'll get that pulled, and THEN I'll get my shit together.
Wish me luck, eh? I have a whole lotta sock to pull up.
Time to pull my socks up
The other day... I honestly have no idea what day it was... I spent three or four hours wandering with my camera... exploring a series of beaches I hadn't seen before. The weather was changing minute to minute... and so was the light. And so was I with my two different (kit and macro) lenses. I was on my knees, on my back, on my belly... climbing steep rocks and plunging into gulleys... sliding down hills on my butt when I had to... getting wet and salty and dirty and banged up and scratched and scraped... and loving every second of it.
I found all kinds of things washed up... a toothbrush, ropes, a door to something... and, my favourite find... a woman's shoe.... a black slingback with a big high wedgie heel and just my size. No... I didn't try it on or bring it home. But I did give it a thorough inspection. It was made by Harley Davidson. A biker chick shoe. Composed entirely of manmade materials. Which kind of susprised me. I mean... Harley Davidson? Wouldn't you think that... if anyone was gonna make stuff from leather... it would be HD?
Anyway... my bliss out there with my camera on the beach was interrupted by a brief, harsh reality check. (Read: panic attack.) I've been drifting... pretty much doing whatever I like... for a while now. And... as I mentioned with an earlier pic... I haven't been out in public or dealt with people in ages.
Soon this will end. I'm starting a new job. And... ack... with Xmas and all that it entails... I'm going to have to reach down deep and try my best to activate my lone, largely dysfunctional social-interaction gene.
I'm also gonna have to face up to a whole lot of things I've been avoiding. Like bookkeeping. And taxes. Ugh. And... oh yeah. My physical health, which I keep just trying to ignore (at my peril).
Later today I'm having a tooth pulled. For lack of anything better, I'm considering that a turning point. Like... I'll get that pulled, and THEN I'll get my shit together.
Wish me luck, eh? I have a whole lotta sock to pull up.