Benny and I spent the night in the Prairie Schooner during a big thunderstorm with plenty of noise. Funny how he is not afraid of thunder crashes, but a gun or fireworks and you will find him under the bed in seconds. All I have to do is walk towards the gun rack and he is half way up the stairs. No leaks of any type and the awning did not fail in the high wind and rain-just what I wanted to see.
Did not get nearly what I intended done today. Distracted by the camper, this and that which needed attention. Went out to breakfast this morning, something I rarely do, as I enjoy the culinary arts as well as the visual. Got the prairie schooner folded back up and tucked into the garage where it will uncerimoniously take the place of the RAV4 this winter, which will of course mean getting my pajama clad ass out there to scrape snow and start the bitch to warm up this winter. If life is truly give and take, I don't like the giving things up part, including you....In part, to prepare for a return to large format camera work, I am re-reading, after many years, "The Last Years of Walker Evans" by Jerry Thompson. Mr. Evans, Mr. Picker, and Mr. Weston have all altered my right brain neural pathways over the years, resulting in my own particular style of photographic art. I have always encouraged readers to study great photographers such as these, but in the end, find your own eyes and be true to them....
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
JRR Tolkien, Lord of the Rings