The morning walk continues, today marking the beginning of week five. I've established a routine of sorts:
The hilly roads of Golden Hills one day, the worn and uneven cart paths on the golf course the next. Alternate pairs of shoes day-by-day. Most importantly, I always I tuck the cell phone in my pocket and leave a phone within reach of Tal as he finishes his night's sleep: a mere three button presses and he would have me on the phone with him were he to need me.
The phone hasn't rung, but it is turning out to be useful. For recording stunning scenes like this one, a view that set the tone for the entire day. Nothing -- not any glitch in the construction schedule, not a list of things to do that would take way more than one day, not an argumentative solicitation caller. While I remain a devoted DSLR user along with the array of lenses at my disposal, it's a walk intended for exercise and to clear my head. Things are heavy without a heavy camera, too.
It was a good day from beginning to end. It's almost finished. The sky in the west lovely, but not as dramatic as at the start of the day. What, I wonder, will I witness tomorrow morning?
The hilly roads of Golden Hills one day, the worn and uneven cart paths on the golf course the next. Alternate pairs of shoes day-by-day. Most importantly, I always I tuck the cell phone in my pocket and leave a phone within reach of Tal as he finishes his night's sleep: a mere three button presses and he would have me on the phone with him were he to need me.
The phone hasn't rung, but it is turning out to be useful. For recording stunning scenes like this one, a view that set the tone for the entire day. Nothing -- not any glitch in the construction schedule, not a list of things to do that would take way more than one day, not an argumentative solicitation caller. While I remain a devoted DSLR user along with the array of lenses at my disposal, it's a walk intended for exercise and to clear my head. Things are heavy without a heavy camera, too.
It was a good day from beginning to end. It's almost finished. The sky in the west lovely, but not as dramatic as at the start of the day. What, I wonder, will I witness tomorrow morning?
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