Over the last month, I’ve kind of struggled with the weekly challenges and even debated taking a break from it. But, each week, I find something that works enough to submit an image by midnight on Sunday. Even though I may not take that many shots for a challenge, just having a weekly theme to focus on (couldn’t resist that pun…) makes me look around more. So, in essence, the challenge is doing its job: seeing the world around me with a photographic eye. The Fabric Challenge
Category: Journal
Vagabond Improv
Over the last week, I’ve had to change my travel plans twice because life intervened. As a vagabond without a “sticks and bricks” home base, sometimes changes can really throw a spanner into the works, as my British friends would say. Read on to see how I improvised a new schedule to meet the challenges of changes.
Love Letter to Site 11
There are 60 sites at Modoc Campground in South Carolina, and 59 of them have electricity. Site 11 does not. In the middle of a Southeastern summer, that would be a definite drawback. In Spring, though, it might be cold but with a good battery and a propane heater, you’d be all right. Every time I camped at Modoc, my heart wanted Site 11 but it was either too hot or someone else had reserved it before I could. Last week, I finally got it. Breeze and I went all in on Site 11 for five amazing days.
Four Views and a Tornado Warning
I was working on this post when my phone, sitting on the windowsill, made a huge rattle. Whee, tornado warning! Not what I had expected, given that the weather service had said my area was in one of the green/outlying bands for today. I threw stuff in my go-bag and took off for the bath house, the strongest structure in the campground, bar none. An hour later, the tornado warning was called off, and all five of us in the bath house (six if you count the cat in the carrier, who could not have cared less what was going…
Old Gold Leaves
Here in the northern forested hills of South Carolina, the leaves never fell off some of the trees last fall. Those dried out husks hung on all winter, waiting for something to happen but I’m not sure what. Now it’s the first week of Spring, and they haven’t let go yet. When the late afternoon sunlight hits them just right, they are beautiful.




