To start off...

They say a picture is worth 1000 words.

This blog started as my personal goal to post a picture each day of my first year living in Washington, D.C. 4 years later, the objective has changed and my posts are much less frequent. I write when I am inspired by an event or experience and do my best to capture feeling and intrigue with the photographs I take. My hope is that somewhere between the pictures and words, you have a glimpse of the inspiration behind each one and that you may experience through them some of the joy and emotion that urges me to share.


(All photography by yours truly)

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Rainy Day

Deep. I'm feeling contemplative today. I think it's the rain. I have nothing in particular on my mind, but my mind seems to be searching for something to dwell on and ponder. My head hurts. I'm sick of these headaches. Last night I took some Motrin PM and prayed that I'd sleep through the night. I'm not sure what it is, but I don't sleep well anymore. I wake up at least twice on most evenings and sometimes seriously struggle to fall back asleep. Maybe it's because I'm not working hard during the day and my body just isn't exhausted enough. Huh. I still get lethargic though and finally I go to bed because I have nothing else to do.

Rain. It's cold and rainy out. I wish it would snow. A big deep beautiful snow that shuts down the city for a couple of days and makes it look clean. We haven't had that this year and if spring isn't going to come then I'd rather enjoy some real winter at least.

Blessings. As I glanced over my blog briefly a moment ago, I realized I've done a lot of traveling since this time last year! If I go in order I think it'd be...North Carolina, Michigan, Minnesota (3x), San Francisco, New York City, New Jersey, Houston, Ethiopia, Uganda, San Diego, Tampa..and of course everywhere around here-Virginia, Maryland, D.C., Delaware, Pennsylvania. Man. I mean, that's a lot of memories created! I love it. I love experiencing new things. I love picking up and going. The airport used to be my thinking place. I'd drive there and sit and watch the planes take off. It may be cliche, but they allow you to dream. Who are those people? Where are they going? Where would I go if I could get on one right now? Sometimes I just longed to get on plane and leave.

Sheesh. This all sounds a little depressed. I'm not. Must be the rain :)

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