Twenty four stray images from the past month that never made it to the blog! Proof of the hard work I’ve been doing with my camera. I love each and every one for a host of reasons. Which do you love most?
Well, it’s really over, my friends, summer, fire, lonesomeness, frustration, elation, the north cascades, our stint in the Methow Valley…it’s come and gone. It’s always bittersweet. I love it here. I miss Idaho. My heart is continually ping-ponging between all the places I have ever loved. And in between all the bouncing and boinging, I continually pine for Saskatchewan. I know too many homes. It’s torture. It’s bliss.
I have a thousand things to tell you about our raft, about rivers and boats as modes as transportation, but I am hanging onto (hoarding) those details for a personal essay I have been crafting, word by word. It will be worth the wait. I promise.
We watched Out of Africa the other night, one of my all time favorite movies, it’s beautiful, wild and Meryl Streep is just…so…exquisite. I want to be half the woman she is in that movie. Half the woman. I want to face a hungry lion with nothing but my pyjamas and a bull whip to keep me safe. Gosh. How about this:
“It’s an odd feeling, farewell…there is some envy in it. Men go off to be tested for courage and if we’re tested at all, it’s for patience, or doing without, or for how well we can endure loneliness.“
Doggone it. That movie is so beautiful.
We’ll be rolling by Wednesday, headed for wild Idaho. The Noisy Plume will be mostly shut down until the end of October due to adventuring and some big project deadlines I need to meet head on — which I cannot wait to tell you about, when the time comes. I’ll be capturing life, as best as I can, between now and then. Thank you all for being here, these past six months. For your kind comments, for your support, for your presence in my Etsy shop, for your letters in my mailbox and your sweet emails. Sometimes I falter. Don’t we all? It seems like you are always there to catch me with your thousands of hands and gentle hearts. I appreciate you more than I could ever say.
See you on the other side of this transition, dear hearts.