Slacklining

Slacklining ghost?

Great Empty Space

I did not have the guts to do either of these, but I can now belay anybody on this (since I am tied to a tree on the ground.) It is hard to tell but this is a good 30 plus feet in the air and you have to be over 6 feet tall to get even close to the bar.

Early in the morning, fog in the valley, lit by the sun.

October 2011

I look out at the valley almost everyday. Sometimes it's covered by fog or rain, but most of the time I can see to the other end. It is where the sun rises, which I have yet to see emerge from the ground. 


I am doing ropes course training. It is an excuse to be outside for 8 hours straight and do no homework. I like it a lot, soon I will have the highest paying work-study. 

I took this sunset photo with my Mom and Susan, we were drinking coffee and eating chocolate in front of Latte Lounge. A woman walking a pig passed us during this moment. The pig was ugly, with a fat forehead that rolled over his eyes and hooves desperately needing a trim. Honestly, I want one.

Angela Adams. A joke with Jen.

Sometimes I feel like a traitor. I am capable of slipping in with a group that loves a specific things, like dungeons and dragons, the wilderness, sports, partying -even though I don't... I can never fully settle or identify, though I always fully appreciate the people and the moments shared. Am I wrong? Am I resisting? My roots are never permanent, am I too malleable? The roots I do have mostly reside within, but even those move occasionally. This is the muck of the self identity crises.