Anniversay weekend trip

Frozen fingers from adjusting the 4"x5" camera in the freezing wind at dawn.

S and I went up to Red Lodge this weekend to celebrate the anniversary of our engagement. It was great to spend time outside, hiking around, and taking pictures. I was able to re-take a couple images for the prison project that I wasn't happy with, which involved getting up at dawn and huddling in the freezing cold wind with the Polaroid up my shirt so it would develop (so I could see if I got the shot and could get back in the car!)

We saw hundreds of deer, everywhere. In yards, fields, on the road. They even seemed to want to come when called. There was also an impressive flock of turkeys in town S enjoyed chasing around. Having chased the Billings flock around myself, I let him do that while I stayed warm in the car.

There was a wonderful little cemetery in Bearcreek R recommended to me. There were a significant number of porcelain-photographs on the stones, and I enjoyed collecting images of them. There is something cheesy about those images... I wonder how you decide, of all the photos you might have of someone, which one do you want them to be remembered by. I think that is why most people wouldn't chose a photograph. It did make for an interesting walk though the graveyard on a Saturday afternoon.

I really wanted the grape lamp. But then I would have had to buy the cowboy too.

to blog or not... probably not

I thought I would put in a post now, in the wee hours of the morning, before I can't. I mean, I could. But I probably won't.

Anyway.

I have loved posting lately. I always question the nature of my own blog. My topics fly around, like my own swarm of June-bug thoughts. It's an accurate self-portrait, if not a flattering one. But it helps me center my thoughts and focus on things that I like, things that make me smile later, or even act as mantras that things will be better.

But it is a fact that a blog is something that is done with spare time, and I suspect I will have none of that in the next week or three. Know that I will be happily enjoying my time with my sweetheart in town, or burying myself in my work, or reading the toddler-high stack of job applications I have to somehow make sense up in the next two weeks. Maybe I will even apply to a show or two.

For now, do something nice for yourself and a stranger. Let me know what you did.