I miss my camera. I'm reluctant to purchase a new one right now. I'm feeling the urge to develop a broader knowledge base, and getting out of program mode on my point and shoot. The irony to me is just how much time I spend editing photos to my satisfaction on the backside. What if I just invested my time up front and learned to shoot photos properly in the first place? What a novel concept... smiles.
Along with my camera I have also missed having my husband home this week. Superman went to Idaho again for work, leaving early Sunday morning and is returning home today. The week has gone well- but this single parent gig has kept me on my toes every day. I had infusion on Tuesday and even though it was just Herceptin which is pretty tolerable, it knocked me down more than it usually does.
I awoke this morning to two texts with these photos. Rick stayed at the Old Faithful Lodge last night and got up at 6 am to shoot the sunrise and catch Old Faithful in the act. Beautiful... we never lacked for breathtaking views and sights while we lived in Idaho. Its just the 18 hour drive between Minnesota and Southern Idaho that makes life challenging.
Coming off of our big benefit weekend, I have had an intense desire to be quiet. My heart has been so open, and I hope to be able to hear and know what I am supposed to do next.
In the quiet unfolding of my days, I have noticed a residual grief clinging to me... my Dad's birthday would be the 19th of this month. A year ago today, Gitz started hospice and was preparing to make her way to her heavenly home. And with the recent loss of Carole barely a month ago, maybe its just a season of "missing" for now.
There is something really comforting about those geyser photos. Something solid and sturdy about them. Predictable, and yet mysterious all at once.