just one

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gonna try christina’s just one paragraph challenge and try cranking out at least one a day for 30 days. you know, get some writing out. (i hope.) of course, i’m skeptical so i’m only telling you, dear blog.

i have so many stories i want to tell, but i don’t know who to trust. let’s face it. out here on the interwebs, there are many audiences you just can’t trust with a story. even a good one. especially a good one. especially a good one that’s only good in your head and could be good on paper with some time and love and revision and patience (and maybe after a standing ovation for effort). but i never even get that far. it’s so hard to put it down. to put yourself out there like that. to put your stories out there. the good ones. the ones that really mean something.

i know they say if your story/troubles/truth touch just one person, then it’s a good story. but i’m always holding out to touch 2 or 3. i want more before i’ve even had one. i want awards and accolades before i’ve even put down one word on paper.

what an a-hole.

blackbirds on green

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the pictures, they’re the only thing that seem to fit just right. that’s why i keep taking them.

i spend an embarrassing amount of the rest of my time working, thinking about aging, folding laundry, pining, and trying NOT to eat as many cookies as i think i need. i am reading a book and watching a series, but they’re not the kinds of things that feed me. and they sure as hell don’t feel like this photo feels. the brilliant green. the sun shining through the blackbirds’ wings. the fuzzy landscape. the poetry. it’s the poetry i can’t get enough of.

where do you find the poetry? or whatever it is that fills you up? and what do you do when you can’t even identify what it is you need?

flight

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rode up on this flight of cliff swallows the other night. did you know that’s what a group of swallows is called? a flight. they were sunning on the dirt road and lifted into the air as we came upon them. such a good show.

camp

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having the best summer. some shots from camp.

the days were shorts and tshirts and ice cream and hikes and swings and friends and freedom. the nights were campfires and s’mores and singing. bedtime (my favorite) was cozy all tucked in our tiny cabin together. our uneven breathing, the open windows, the closeness in the middle of the forest until the birds woke us up again at dawn.

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young birder

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i’ve been dragging C out here to chase birds for so long, and he doesn’t even seem to mind it. on this night, it was blackbirds, cranky lady night herons, egrets, marsh wrens, grackles, and bullfrogs.