For all the time we spend outside, we also spend a lot of time sitting in the truck. My butt gets sore. I wiggle around—searching for a comfortable position—or I bounce around when I see something delightful out my window. ⠀
Aside from the raised heart rate when encountering a dangerous driver or a treacherous road, I don't get much exercise while traveling. We don't have gym memberships. That's ok, though, because we have hiking trails. ⠀
Today, we hiked up around the Superstition Mountains. It was rather impromptu. We said: "let's go" and we went. People have died in remote regions of these mountains, in search of the Lost Dutchman's apocryphal gold mine. We will not be hiking that far. Instead, we hike until I look at my watch and say: "better head back so I have time to cook dinner."⠀
One must have their priorities in order.
From January 4
Been kind of nice to focus on photography without worrying about the social media aspects of it for a bit. Between that and a few really inspiring and crazy trips recently I'd say I've never been more excited about shooting and any future plans with photography. Going to start posting more again now though, and I guess I'll start off with a few oldies I've still wanted to put up. This is from a day at Palouse Falls when it was like -11 degrees and windy outside. Somehow forgot to bring good gloves with me so I had to resort to the little dollar ones and thought my fingers were going to shatter into pieces. Think it was worth it though.
Matisse speaks so much rubbish, it's not even funny. There is no other way to describe it. I have always encouraged her to make up games and be imaginative, but now that make believe is an indivisible part of our day. I don't even know if she knows what is what anymore. When people ask her how her day was, she will often just make up something, entirely realistic and untrue, about where we have gone and who we have seen. The other day mum asked her if she wanted to come to her play on Friday. "Umm, look, maybe my sister will come but I can't because I'm going to be busy with all my kids, dropping them off to school, because I do that on Tuesday and Thursday." Mum and I exchanged glances. "I wonder where this is going to lead?" Mum asked me. "To an academy award," I said pretty confidently. "I actually think that she thinks we just talk shit all the time, and that's how we have conversations." Holy shot. I lost it, laughing so hard! Imagine....it actually makes total sense...