So I’ve recalibrated, and held fish (to remove their unwanted hooks and slide them back into the water), stopped to listen, and focused on a new pace.
And I’m done.
I don’t do relax well. I don’t do chill well.
I tried. I found stuff. Here are photos.
I mean, I don’t need to go back to back-to-back meetings. Or traffic
But have I earned my chill badge? I mean, seriously, I photographed hummingbirds for an hour. Surely that’s some kind of Type A record?
But I’m powering through Franzen, with all the frustration that involves. (Seriously, ugh with that guy and his hatred for his characters.) And I’m only running two miles a day, back and forth between the driveway and the almost-fence-line, because out here everyone has property-possessive and stranger-averse dogs.
So I photograph a lot. I mentioned that?
Now please give back my email.