Macro Practice

Tonight, while I was sitting on the couch, browsing tumblr and facebook and generally being useless, I looked out the window.  The sun was just starting to set over the snow-covered field.  Suddenly, I had a burst of inspiration.  I bounded up, grabbed my camera and macro filter, pulled on my boots, and ran out the door.  There was a vision in my head of what I wanted to see through my viewfinder, and I didn't click until I found it.

It's that time of year again.  The hints of warmth on the breeze tease my nose with summer's seductive scents.  Daylight Savings Time has passed, and the sun goes down later and later each evening.  My heart is feeling the tug, the memories are flooding back more strongly.  I'm restless.  My legs twitch.  My lungs long for clean, warm air.  The thoughts in my head focus on bonfires, long drives, and open windows.  My soul desires friendship, laughter, naps in the sun, and my favorite dog.  It's nearly impossible to focus on anything for an extended amount of time.  Work drags on and on.  My heart aches for summertime.

Let's Pack Up and Move to California

Otherwise known as California Spring Break: Day 1

The morning of the day I left is a blur of packing, showering, checklists, frantically searching for items I haven't needed since summer, and painting my toenails.  My watch broke into two pieces while I was packing, so Mom and I stopped at WalMart on the way to Flint.  From Flint, Dad and I drove to Eureka and met Kaylie.

I hung out with Kaylie for a while (FINALLY!) before she drove me to the airport.  I checked my suitcase (43.5 pounds. Phew.) and went through the super secret hotel security gate within about 5 minutes.  Then I checked my ticket and headed toward gate 31C.  I walked through a trippy underground corridor with moving sidewalks and light-up glass walls set to music, and finally found concourse C.  "Weird," I thought, "I've never been to this concourse before.  And most of these are commuter flights."

Eventually, I found a departures board.  My flight was listed as on time... at gate A23.  I checked my ticket again, and sure enough, 31C was my SEAT number.  I scolded myself and turned around.

As for the flight itself, I had the aisle seat, and the middle seat was empty, so I had plenty of room-or as close to "plenty of room" as is possible on an airplane.  The family behind me was eating pickles, and the man across the aisle had boiled eggs, so I spent a lot of the flight trying not to breathe.  I read 2 chapters of my philosophy book, watched some late night talk shows, and read the latest issue of AP.

We landed on time, and I headed towards baggage claim.  On the way to the carousel, I saw a small, blonde person with extremely long hair... which, of course, was Jenney.  We hugged, I got my bag, and we got in her mom's truck.  It took around 15 minutes to get back to her house, where I ate some delicious cheese.  We talked in her room until midnight (3 am Michigan time) then I fell asleep when she went to get food.