photo therapy

   ggaaarrrrrr! so i thought this week would play out perfectly after such a good weekend. i mean, really all i gotta do is look forward to friday with high hopes and feel encouraged, right?  HA! well the high from the weekend bottomed out and its only tuesday.  
  now all the wonderful little weekend spoutings about enjoying life in the moment and learning to live with what you have (blah blah blah) crash right down on my furrowed brow.  "to hell with it!" i proclaim throughout the day (in my head, of course.)

(...well, ok, sometimes out loud too.)

  my contempt for my office job, the fact that all my pants this week are way tighter than they were last week, preston is working tonight and not with me, i always hate my photos and everyone else's always look amazing, i wish i were a better writer and i wish i could paint....agghhhhhh!

  the work day was finally over and as i got out of my car at home i saw them...tiny little birdie tracks. (yes, birdie.)  so i decided on photo therapy. its that one thing that almost always wipes that spoiled toddler expression off my face. i don't have to be around people or think about my stupid job or worry about what the cats are breaking in the next room...
its just me, the birds & the trees (since i'm usually drawn somewhere outside city limits on an old country road.)

of course, i forget that most country roads are dirt. but i turn down one anyway and of course immediately find something i just can't do without capturing. and so i ventured...

work pants hiked, poor taped fuji around my neck, and my (now muddy) sanuks.

 

it was pretty messy from alternating between mud & slush

but i was outside. i was delightfully cold. i was at home with myself, with the trees & snow.

now for some wine therapy.....