December 30, 2025
I've spent the last three  days  combing through photographs and have created two different calendars, the models for a set of blank cards, and a potential new show.   I went back to old projects on Snapfish and realized I love the photos I took with the Pentax the best.  I want to fix my Pentax.  I'm going to find out how much it will cost me.  Unfortunately, my car is the first "have to" expense, but the camera will come soon behind it.  I need to sell 60 calendars to get it fixed approximately.  LOL




I can't begin to tell you why this day was different than my  usual days.  I can't begin to explain how in my own life I became compliant, I've given into what has to be in a moment.  Not that I've stopped planning, but in the moment I need to do that which is.  I didn't wrestle with any have tos today, I did what was reachable in front of me and maybe set some priorities 
I went for a ride, or I started to go for a ride to take some pictures in the not so interesting light.  I got to the rookery  where it was  23 degrees and looking like snow might arrive.  I love the chestnut color in the woods.  My driver's side window is completely broken.  My camera battery went dead and the car smelled like it was gonna catch fire.  So I took the 4 photos left on the battery and I drove home with my foot on the clutch as much as I could.  I then went to sleep.
I got all the important errands done first and I've made the phone calls to try to find some rides to important places this week.   I organized as best I could.  Talked to Tristan, talked to EJ, caught up with others and as I put some dinner together T. came over to show me some new woodwork, which is beautiful.


2025 was challenging.  Wasn't where I thought it would go at all, but it is ok, I'm still here and I feel good about some of my work.   I hope by tomorrow night i will be able to write something complete about the year, but as of tonight it is still a rambling creek through a snow covered woods.  I am grateful though.  I am grateful for a lot.  I'm grateful for my brother Paul who has loved me for almost 73 years. He's  let me know it is possible for me to be loved.  

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