Forgive me, Internet, for I have sinned. It has been two years since my last confession blog post. I wish I could tell you that it was because of some life-changing event like having a baby or winning the lottery. Alas, it is because I got overwhelmed. Busy. Lazy. Take your pick. Life happened. I still documented and you will still see the results of said documentation. You'll just be a little late to the party. Better late than never, amiright?!
In any case, if you're reading this, you're most likely my dad, so "Hi Dad!". If you somehow stumbled into my corner of the internet and aren't mon pere, welcome! I hope you enjoy our time together and come back for more.
Since a lot posts in the near future are going to be catching up on life, I am probably going to be fuzzy on some details. My bad, Dog. Welcome to my brain {and photo} dump.
So when we last spoke, I was telling you about our trip to Asheville, NC and recounted our adventures in the city {1, 2, 3, 4} and at Biltmore {1, 2, 3, 4}. Go refresh your memory. I'll wait.
Ok, remember now? Well after leaving Asheville, we were headed back to Blue Ridge to pick up Canon {thanks, Grandma and Grandpa!} so we took the scenic route - aka the only way to get from Asheville to Blue Ridge. At one point during our drive, we came upon this bridge. There were a couple of places to pull off the side of the two-lane road so we took advantage so I could get some pictures. Naturally.
*Ahem : the following should be read a la Chris Farley. May he rest in peace.*
I'm not really what you would call a "daredevil". I don't "like heights". I'm not a "risky person". Thus, the death grip on the sides of bridge.
Such a pretty view to be so freaking scary to walk on. I'm talking death-defying. I'm so proud of myself for facing my fears and not screaming at the toddler who shook the planks while I was standing two steps from the end. That took all of my self-control.
But that wasn't enough of a photo fix, obviously, so when I spotted these beauties on the side of the road I decided I had to immerse myself for a while. On the side of the interstate. Literally, up to my elbows in flowers wet with rain. I'll let you picture that in your mind for a while.
And yet another example of a need for a macro lens. I would think that you would be tired of hearing this, reader, except that it's been two years so I feel the need to reiterate.
There's just something about the not-quite-perfect in nature that calls to me. The lines, the details, all of those characteristics that help a plant become what it's meant to be. Perhaps, Freud would say I identify. That I see all of my imperfections and am drawn to things that are imperfect to help me feel better about myself. Or some such nonsense. What does he know, anyway?
So once again I obsessed over plants, but I have no idea what they are. I'd love to hear their name, though I can't guarantee I will remember next time. Care to help a sister out?
This officially ends the Asheville trip photos. It only took two years. I can see why you'd be sick of them. I will try to bring something new and exciting next time.
I'm glad to be back. I am well aware that my writing is a little meh right now. Never fear. I will find my groove again.
Come back again now, ya hear?
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