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March 26: I didn't want to go camping. Camping in the snow is not fun. Period.
But the decision wasn't really mine, and we packed up the eleven year old scouts, and trekked off in to the mountains -- six mothers looking on with expressions that said "I'm sending my son out to be eaten by cougars."
Just as we hit the trail, a snow squall blew in off of the Great Salt Lake. The snow fell thick and wet on us for close to an hour. By the time we set the tents up and got a fire going, each of us was soaked to the bone. A helicopter flew overhead, and we wondered if someone's mother had called search and rescue. The ground was cold and rocky. The night was miserable.
Except for about ten minutes, when the clouds broke, and the sun blazed out across our little snow filled valley, and reminded us that there is beauty in every situation, if you just watch for it.
March 27: This is the best shot I have ever taken of the Moon. In fact, I took a few dozen, and I can't bring myself to delete any of them.
I can actually see the Man in the Moon.
March 28: Tickling the plastic, simulation ivories.
That's a "C" chord, by the way.
(We'll call this a self portrait :)
March 29: This was the scene on the kitchen table. I'm not really sure what's happening here, but judging from the scarring on her head and the fact that she's still smiling, my money's on Dorothy.
March 30: I'm feeling uninspired lately. I feel the need to take pictures -- to photograph something, to shoot it until I find it's soul, and draw it out -- and not to just snap a daily picture. I have an urge to create.
Does that make sense? Am I rambling?
March 31: It snowed all day.
This pretty well captured my mood -- gray, monochromatic and reflective.
April 1: I wonder if this is what the sky looked like on that first Good Friday...