OK... so it's my own fault.
I lost my passport, and I've been holding my breath ever since realizing this little tidbit of info.
I'm surprised I'm still alive.
What with not breathing and all.
I am a lost Canadian on American soil, for realz.
Didn't realize it until I was at the airport this morning.
So I've had my tears and dealt with my fears.
If all goes according to plan I will back home on.....Thursday.
Thank you to Trish (above) and Nikki, who mothered me back from the edge of despair.
About the photography workshop.
So much to tell you.
For instance: This was a photo taken to practice finding good light.
Particularly trying to find the catch lights in your subject's eyes.
This was just one of the hundreds of nuggets I gleaned.
This photography program will be interrupted by the following announcement:
Can I just say that this small
just drove down a five lane freeway with signs that read No. 5 to Los Angeles.
That was the fears part.
I managed to get to my destination with only one violent swerve across those five lanes
I had to listen to GPS Cindy who was forcefully telling me
a.t. t.h.e. v.e.r.y. l.a.s.t. m.i.n.u.t.e
to turn right now... turn right now.
I failed to mention this part of my journey to The Agronomist.
I like him to be surprised when he reads my blog sometimes.
It keeps him coming back.
I think I may need to start breathing before I share any more of the workshop with you.
I'm just...just... starting to process it.
It was a real leap of faith for me.
Was it an act of photography craziness?
Was it going to be worth it?
Would I feel as though I could keep up?
Yes, Yes and Yes again.
My head feels like it's going to explode.
And I'm running out of battery.
I promise to tell you all about it.
It has definitely been a weekend with many wonderful ups and one big big down.
Love ya like California rolls,