I had wanted to be in Oregon for the eclipse. It would have been a visit to see Boo, since she lives right in the totality line. But it was rather far to go for a 15-minute viewing. So this Hurricane Ridge viewing area was spectacular. There were hundreds of people there. A little local ad hoc eclipse community forming around a 15-minute event.
I had been wanting to see what it was like to get to Seattle without a car. It was a trip. I mean it felt like going on a trip. If I had been driving it would have felt like driving to Seattle. This felt like I was taking a trip. It was different.
I’m tryin’ to think but nuttin’ happens!
Did I find my identity that I was searching for? Did I make a bold move into the unknown shaking off the heavy coils of the past? Did I refine my style of photography so I know what it is? Did I create the sweater of all time by sewing up my swatches in to one? No. But here is what I did get/do/find/make…
Let’s keep this girl singing. How can she keep from singing?