Wednesday, January 28, 2009

twenty-three years/twenty-four moves.



My things are all packed again, the boxes neatly lined up next to my bed in my room, waiting for another move, this time number twenty four. It has been awhile since my moves have surpassed my age, but it has finally happened again. I should like to move a little less now, but that is not in my hands.

When I move I examine all my things, turning them over and trashing or giving away what I cannot use. I did this over Christmas at my parents house, and now I am doing it here in Detroit, though I have learned simplicity and own far less stuff, so I have less to give away. Our new house is tiny and we will have to move through the house weekly and remove the clutter that builds up while living, so perhaps that experience will help. There is little storage, which will force us to be creative as well.

I am tired of moving, exhausted and overwhelmed by ownership, of carting my things from place to place like a restless, sleepless nomad.

So again I move, and again I will move, always, always. This is a great blessing, and a great burden.

I don't believe I will ever stay still.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Winter Hiking


I had planned to go hiking for the first time this winter, and it just so happened that another mountain biker was determined to brave the foot of fresh snow falling on the roads and paths in the woods as well so we went together.

It was great to meet someone new, and enjoy the beauty of the outdoors. We both brought our cameras and took a brisk walk through the woods that was punctuated by picture taking.


The first excellent thing we saw were a flock of wild turkeys. There were about six or eight of these giant, rather ugly birds.



Photo credit for above photo: L. Turner






Self Portrait in the woods with the help of a handy fencepost acting as a tripod.


Photo credit for above photo: L. Turner

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