As I was leaving the mountain, the sun began to break through the mist. Sweet. The cows and sheep just sat out in the mud.
Day: March 31, 2010
Rupert Mountain fog, three
These two trees absolutely whispered to me as I drove by, “hey, mister, pull over,” and I did and they seemed to be dancing, to me, up on the mountaintop, calling to me. I love the dog. It’s when I see things the most clearly.
Rupert Mountain fog, two
I saw this horse out in the mist and loved the shot of him walking out into the field. Moments like that – I wish I had more time – stir me, and my soul.
Study in fog. Rupert Mountain, one
I love photographing fog, tricky as it is. And I need to be careful how I step into the road to photograph fog. But it was lovely, eerie and sweet. There is so much beauty in ordinary things.
Coming to terms. Scaring myself
March 31, 2020- I am excited about so many things I am scaring myself. My agent e-mailed me to settle down, that there are only so many books one can write and have edited at one time. Good advice.
I thought of all the things in my life that I am excited about, and I think I scared the hell out of myself. I am thrilled beyond words to be marrying Maria. I love the short stories I am finishing. I am excited about “Rose In A Storm” coming out this fall. I am very proud of my daughter Emma and her new book “90 per cent of the game is half mental.” Maria is cranking out all sorts of beautiful stuff and selling it out of her Studio Barn.
We have pretty much decided to stay on the farm. We are thinking of bringing back a very small number of animals, now that I have my head (I think) and the farm under control. But we are going to take this very slowly and carefully. Maybe two donkeys and four or five sheep. I’m not sure about this. I loved having the animals here, and I love working with Rose and taking photos and writing children’s books and stories about them, too. I miss them. Maria loves them. But they are a lot of work and I don’t want to rush into crazy things and make myself nuts again.
I nearly lost it a couple of years ago and I have to remember to be very deliberate. Maria, fortunately, is wise and patient and often tells me to slow down and deliberate. Rule one of my impending marriage: Listen to Maria. My daughter Emma also tells me the same thing. If you are fortunate enough to be surrounded by strong and intelligent women, listen to them.