of taking comfort in the vastness of the universe and the scale of my problems therein.
Two weekends ago, I attended a fabulous and very helpful portrait workshop run by freaking kylecassidy. Last weekend, I attended a get-together of some of my oldest tribe on a farm turned "Interfaith Sanctuary of Earth Religion" in the Appalachian mountains in Pennsylvania. Lacking some of the equipment and all of the time and energy to demand patient portrait modeling of my nearest and dearest, I turned what camera gear I had to the stars out there, the ones I can't see back at home too near a city, and learned some more about how that works, too. Next time I'm out in the middle of nowhere, I'll have some good star trails.
Today, I can't do much of my day job because I work closely with furloughed federal employees. I don't know how many paycheques my contracted federal employer is keeping in reserve. I am about to take on more housing costs. My country is a 19th century economic mess held hostage by a few in the power elite succeeding at their goals of undermining our faith in the system. And so, when I need to breathe:
30 seconds on a hillside, Artemas, Pennsylvania. Facing somewhat north, mostly up.
Today, I can't do much of my day job because I work closely with furloughed federal employees. I don't know how many paycheques my contracted federal employer is keeping in reserve. I am about to take on more housing costs. My country is a 19th century economic mess held hostage by a few in the power elite succeeding at their goals of undermining our faith in the system. And so, when I need to breathe:
30 seconds on a hillside, Artemas, Pennsylvania. Facing somewhat north, mostly up.