(State)

A couple of weeks ago, a small tug-like boat arched deep across the inlet, pushed smoke into the air, and magnified the gleam of the setting sun off its shiny exterior.  I watched, mesmerized by the view before me.  The mountain stood proud in the background.  My mountain.  Its there every sunny day, and every so often when the clouds are still making up their mind.  I snapped into consciousness and ran for the camera.  The lens in place too short, I know.  Quickly, I switched out the caps, ran back, but missed the boat.  The puff of smoke remained.  The mountain would stay for another hour.  The water will always be there.  A memory cemented, nonetheless  because I took time to savor and record.

That's the balance I'm trying to master.


For too many weeks, the technology demons had been voodooing my blog.  A broken url, frustration over what to do, tumbleweeds in the form of google help center; well, it all lead to throwing my hands up in the air, shutting the screen down, and thinking, this isn't worth it.  None of this matters.  I'm going to move on.


But, I kept coming back.  That nagging feeling persisted.  And not the feeling you get when you know your oil is waaay overdue in your car or its about time to see a doctor for the cough that's been around for three weeks.  No, this was more of a inner harmony kind of thing.  Fix it, make it right, then write.  So I kept pounding away, and finally got a new domain to work.

Part of me feels guilty for adding state.  The part of me who gets annoyed when DC is referred to Washington exclusively.  We are better.


It seems like a small sacrifice.


The sun is here again.  I gasped at its warmth on my skin while in a patient's room at work.  My mountain is waiting, my state is calling, and I keep the larger lens on my camera at home now.  You never know when you'll need it.

Let's explore this great place together.