Hello peeps! Since we last talked I’ve been doing lots of things. I baked a rhubarb raspberry pie. I made soup from a giant head of cauliflower that I accidentally discovered in my garden—it must have been a volunteer from some cauliflower I tried to grow about four years ago. I’ve finally gotten my soaker hoses set up and reorganized my studio shelves. I’ve been photographing and playing with presets in Aperture. I’ve been reading some really good books that I want to talk about…. But it will all have to wait until until July, because right now I can’t because —drumroll —I’m going to Hawaii!
I’m going to Hawaii! I’ve never been to Hawaii. I’ve been lucky enough to travel quite a bit, but I’ve never been anywhere tropical, and I’m about to burst I’m so excited! I know the Pacific Ocean very well from a West Coast point of view. Growing up my bedroom window was close enough to the surf to get coated with salt scum. I’ve seen storms approach from the West. I’ve seen the sun setting. At night I’ve looked out and seen the lights of crab boats strung across the dark. And now I’m going to be out there myself, further west than I’ve ever been. I can’t wait to see what it’s like out there, looking towards my home from the opposite direction. I’ve never done that before.