Driving back to my parent’s farm is always a test on my ability to see. Not sight, more the art of seeing. A person can walk or drive the same route everyday for 10 years but never notice a pine tree in the midst of a forest of maples. Never notice a sunset cresting over a hill, until she takes the time to notice it.
I am practicing the art of observation, there lies more inspiration than any blog on the internet.
My weekend consisted of attempts at longboarding in boat shoes, home made salads, and precious time spent with Kristen. Needless to say, it was a fantastic one.
My cell phone is insane. Due to Hurricane force winds, a lot of trees where blocking roads so I had to take an alternate route home yesterday and stumbled across this closed bridge.