July 9, 2011

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  I didn't intend to let this space dissolve into a dumping ground for photographs, but it appears that's what I've done. It isn't because I don't have things to say - I am full of things to say, but the idea of wrapping my thoughts up neatly (or as neatly as I can manage) and placing them here doesn't make sense to me just now. 

  I love this town - these lakes and mountains and fields full of wildflowers - in a way that is surprising. I'm not sure if I know how to explain what I mean, but it's sort of like this: I am a girl of quiet habits and suddenly my habits have rocky ledges off of which to dangle. Sometimes they rest there and think and stay safe, but other times they leap off and tumble down a mountainside. The freedom makes me happy, either way. 

  I work a lot and when I'm not working I climb things. Mountains, mainly. There are moments where it seems almost criminal that at the end of the summer I am leaving all of this for a gigantic city. 

  But only moments. 

   

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