Was in New Zealand until about 10 days ago. Had a spontaneous two week campervan trip around the South Island. It’s a beautiful place – one incredible scene after another. Took a lot of photographs that in spite of excellent intentions are not yet cleaned out. There are still around 1300 of them – videos and images. One that I like is above. It’s the peaks of Mt. Cook on a clear morning. It wasn’t sunset at the time, but that’s the way the image came out. It’s kinda iconic, don’t you think?
This is a post that exists simply to be a post. It’s a way of saying to myself that I’m not quite ready to give up on this writing business. I feel that this blog was an interesting start to something. I didn’t then and I don’t now know what that something might be, but it hardly matters. What matters is moving on, finding new ways to not be stuck; to not settle; to not stop moving. I know how to stagnate. It comes easily to me. Discovering new ways of being is harder and, once discovered, it’s harder still to stay the course.
So all I have to say tonight is that I’m still here. That will have to do.