I’m getting settled in with my parents. Staying in the old bedroom for the first time in ten years… I was leaving yesterday afternoon to visit some friends when my dad smiled and said “getting into the swing of the old town, eh?”. He was right… this town has it’s own rhythm and I am locking-step with it scarily fast. I think anyone who’s spent a long time in one place can agree, nowhere else feels quite like the place you’re from. It’s a comforting feeling, mostly. It’s been long enough that the things that are still the same feel new and fresh.
Living inexpensively with my folks has also allowed me to continue adventuring a bit. I’ll be posting some photos from icy adventures in southern Washington. Perhaps there’s even a portfolio or two in the works. Stay-tuned!