Seduction Photography, by Louis Shackleton

Your Narrative, Photographed

I’ve been busy bouncing around a bit lately, taking care of some personal business, getting Gypsy inspected and tagged and all that stuff, assisting a friend post-surgery, Turkey Day stuff, visiting my son, all that sort of thing. Meanwhile, I haven’t gotten to do much in the way of photography, including shoots for The Diverse Sex-Positive Bodies Stock Photography Project, or working on the website, which has had some issues. 

Roseate Spoonbill

Roseate Spoonbill

The warm weather in North Carolina was terribly welcome, and I enjoyed visiting my son and just hanging out and relaxing. It felt good to just thaw out. I even got to pop down to Greenfield Lake to meet up with a friend, and while I was there, add a new bird to my Life-Lists. I’d never heard of a Roseate Spoonbill making an appearance at the lake, but a chat with some local birders informed me that they’d been all over Wilmington this year. It was a lovely surprise. It was hanging out in some trees in the middle of the lake, so it was a long-ball shot, but I did the best I could. I got a pretty shot of a Great Blue Heron while I was there, as well.

Great Blue Heron

Great Blue Heron

And while I always enjoy my time in Indiana, I arrived there just as an ice storm blew in. It had rained most of the trip, but cleared out just about the time I crossed the border from Kentucky. Driving through an ice storm in the dark on not-particularly-familiar country roads isn’t on my top-ten list of adventures, so I was pretty happy to arrive when I did. I spent the week there helping when I was needed, staying out of the way when I wasn’t, and doing my best to not be a pest. I know I tend to hover, mother, and smother when someone I love is sick or recuperating, and I did my best to keep that in check. I’m not sure how successful I was.

Ice House

Ice House

On Tuesday, I spent day mostly retracing my route back south, though Google Lady rerouted me around several nasty traffic jams on the interstates, presumably caused by car accidents, and when I saw I’d be passing just a few miles from the bestie‘s house, I called and we arranged an unscheduled stopover for the night. I got back to Wilmington the day before Turkey Day, and spent the weekend with an old friend who gave me a cold (Thanks A LOT! 🙂 ) , but kept me well fed. 

I’m now back up in DC on yet another unscheduled side quest, and it’s miserably, ridonculously frigid up here, but I’ll be heading south again tomorrow, to pick up my travels where I left off. I’ll be stopping in North Carolina, South Carolina, Augusta, and probably ultimately visit the Rose Marie on my way west, though the timeline is still fairly muddled. It’s been a year and a half since my last visit to the Rose Marie, so I’m looking forward to visiting for a few days. I’ve been trying to arrange my travel plans so I might get there in time to visit with Becky, who will be stopping on her way through, but it’s not looking like I can make that happen. I’m pretty bummed about missing her, but we’ll catch up with each other on the road at some point, we’ve agreed. I’m looking forward to that.