"Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep." ~Shakespeare
Okay, I'm over it! I am over a misdirected relationship and over living in the desert. Time to move on. Will be traveling back to New England and staying for a month or two. There is no escaping the desert until I can afford a permanent move and my housemates and I can figure out how to replace my economic place in the home we rent. But a month or two is a month or two.
Sold my Yamaha motorcycle yesterday. Kind of sad about that but it will be replaced eventually. Am pretty sure that the replacement will be a Harley low-rider....just love it when my feet can touch the ground at a STOP. The little Virago has gone to a rider who is making the transition from scooter to bike and her passing of hands will help finance the trip home. No longer drive the MX5. She has been sold several times over. That car was a great teacher. I'm no longer afraid of FAST or switch backs..in fact it's all a liberating joy. Good Golly Ms Molly, a year ago I didn't even know what "turbo" meant! :) Driving a Baja now ~ its a Subaru and dependable. It's a trucklet and that is helpful. But its real strength is in its ability to off-road. She's not a rock climber like some of the Jeeps and other 4x4s but still pretty stealth out there in the forest and in the desert. I do love that. Will be putting 1" spring risers in sometime soon and replacing the tires with ATs. Funny because in NV off-roading is a sport ~ in New England it was a necessity. I have become an unrepentant automotive geek.
I'm am sickened by the news of late. So we won't go there too much. The outback of Alaska sometimes is very appealing but will probably be satisfied with Northern NH...perhaps not to far from the Connecticut Lakes. "Won't you be snowed in" some asked....god smite me with it! I've given up most the nightly news and rarely read the paper. I'm weary to my bone marrow (as it is my bone marrow that is under attack from within that is no small price to pay) of police violence, the growing arms race between citizens and police, our government selling military arms to police and the suffering of humans in general. Politicians...oh my word, what is there even to say that has not been said. I will admit that I am still addicted to the New Yorker and the Atlantic ~ guilty pleasures. Better than shooting up or snorting!
I return to me original purpose and that is to enjoy photography and write about the "stuff" observed. I would say it is good to be back in the saddle but I sold my saddle when I left Washington. Okay, I still have my feet, so...it is good to be back on the path, wherever it leads!