Several times this past summer, I escaped from my personal
box to “fly” - last May with the Zero Gravity experience (previous post), in a
hot air balloon, and then in a helicopter. I crawled though a lava tunnel in
the Crater’s of the Moon volcano park (click my Facebook badge).
Aside from knees scraped and jeans ruined while I navigated
the tunnel, the experiences were thrilling in and of themselves, but my joyful
disorientation did not magically present inspiration and ideas, as I’d hoped. Those
I must break a sweat for, regardless of where I am and what I’m doing.
What photographer wrote that if you can’t photograph your
own neighborhood, you can’t photograph Europe? I’ve returned to my home turf, inspired recently by fickle
climate and amazing clouds. Our weather changed from 70-degree sunny days to
snowstorms in a single day.
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