I'm trying to get back to sketching/photo-ing/trying to do something, but I'm just so tired all the time. Ahh, the things we do for money. Fortunately, the last two weekends have been pretty exceptional. Another round of Fictionist, a wedding, a last minute camping adventure that entailed motorcycle rides, box car sleepovers, canal escapades, the Logan arts festival, and good company, birthdays galore, and a few photo-taking quests--take a look!
Cache Valley is beautiful. There's no question about that.
For those of you counting (which is probably just Lauren & me), this is round 5 of our dear Fictionist. And is still not ceasing to be so damn good.
And just a few shots from my recent photo expeditions...
I wish I was someone going somewhere doing something. I'm living vicariously through Elizabeth from Delightfully Tacky and she hasn't even left on her cross country adventure yet. I'm losing even more steam to register for classes (super gr8 that I haven't done that yet, RIGHT?!), and thinking, I just want to LEAVE. And DO SOMETHING. I'm single, I technically have no obligations, I've got time--what is stopping me? I don't know. Yes, I do know--the dollars. Oh and this other thing called real life. Psh, what a downer.
All I know is something's gotta happen. I hate living for my paycheck and the weekends.