It's been almost a month since I've written here, although I have written elsewhere, mostly fiction, poetry, humor... but not my thoughts and experiences so much.
It's not as though I'm not busy. I spend Thursday afternoos teaching about wool and spinning at the Petaluma Adobe now. Cay and I have gone on a whale watch. We've gone up to see The Grape Crusher in Napa. I've also got a little patio garden I've started, and have gotten some New Mexico Big Jims (chiles) I'm going to be putting in tomorrow. We went to Sheep Shearing Day at the Adobe, where I ended up taking more photos of a gopher that struck my fancy than the activities around the sheep, mostly because most of the time I was so darn busy teaching about spinning.
Recently Photobucket changed it's rules again. Since I changed my email address since signing up, and although I've gone through the recovery process a number of times for my three accounts there, they are apparently going to delete several thousand of my photos. I've spent months trying to download the photos, but like several other users, I've found that the download tool for mass downloads doesn't work, and I've downloaded a few items one at a time, until the point where, for some totally unknown reason, I was no longer able to log in.
Part of me is saddened by the loss of so many of my photos, since the "photograph everything" experience I had during Katrina. On the other hand, I've got a small folder of photos on my desktop of items I was able to download, labeled "rescued from Photobucket". I probably have several other photos (not ALL of the ones I would have liked to keep!) on a flash drive in my fire safe.
I don't look back as often as I thought I would at this point. Instead, I find myself back in the mindset I was in back then, when I had (erroneously) been diagnosed with kidney cancer, just kinda gobbling up life, which has left me with less interest in putting context to any of the experiences. Oh, sure, I'm still taking a lot of photos, but I'm writing about them less and less.
In part, it's the awareness of my mortality which has made it less necessary; I've stopped looking to a time when I may be incapable and memories are all I would have, to a time when I will be no more. I may have another 30 years, but I'm aware that a lot more of my life is behind me than ahead of me. At the same time, having problems with my arthritis and bursitis over the winter, having the flu, and having been in so much physical pain with mobility issues has reminded me that even at the worst, there are ways I can still be having the kinds of experiences that make my life worth living (and photographing).
So here are a few of the photos I've taken recently, either with my camera or my phone, which have struck me during this time of blog silence:
From the camera:
From the phone: