A Saturday of mundane chores and necessities one who works full time experiences, especially those who live alone and carry the household responsibilities as self. Something to be said for solitude for those who have the aptitude. I believe there is only one person I could live with anymore, but such ventures are certainly not rooted in empiricism.
The shot above was taken with a Holga 120N, my first one I believe. Not being particularly robust, I am guessing I am on my fourth or so. Much harder to find a new now, at least this model. The Pike Lumber Tract was one of our many mindful art spots where we could turn an hour into something exponential in terms of time and emotional attachment-a unique skill when the chemistry works well between two people (or I suppose a very very long time when it does not).
Hoping to snowshoe in to Lost Creek Falls near Conrnucopia, WI tomorrow, with a stop to Chequamegon Books in Washburn. Lots to photograph up the coast, including Lake Superior and a host of old boats victorian architecture. Monday, as it is a Federal Holiday, I may scoot up to Copper Harbor and back, circling the Keweenaw Peninsual around all of my old haunts in a world of another century.
"Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces." Richard Kadrey, Kill The Dead
I have my wounds, as do you....