Inspiration

I would really like to take pictures here. Besides the cost of travel and a new camera, I'd also have to think about how I would deal with the risk of radiation poisoning. It's not an unavoidable danger, but I do have this propensity for getting really involved with my environments. . .

I doubt I could top this though. Poetic and inspiring.

The tortures of train rides in Europe

You see, riding on trains through Europe is torture. There are idyllic countrysides, rolling hills of green, darling little houses. . . you just want to stop and soak up every little crumb. But worst of all, for me, are the broken down houses! Especially going through Slovenia today, there were so many beautiful old crumbling buildings I admired from the train, but could not stop and photograph. . . pure torture. Just awful. But, when we arrived at our final destination in Croatia, the train station was empty and very interesting. . .

So that was some small relief. Tomorrow perhaps more. . . ?

For time is the longest distance between two places. . .

A long time had passed since I'd gone out to make photographs, even longer since I'd done anything I considered my real work. So what better way to spend new years day than photographing with Carson?

After a failed attempt to photograph an old Wells Fargo station, we stopped by an old school house. I snapped a couple of Carson there. . .

Driving around in Central Point after, trying to find a place to photograph, I spotted an abandoned looking house. . .

Indeed.