Another year done. Wow. It went so fast. A year ago we were planning and getting ready to pack for our big trip to New Zealand. That was a 2 month whirlwind. Then home and a catchup whirlwind while working a short term contract. Then a summer of photography and lawn mowing and BBQ in the back patio. Then Yukon and more photo editing. More photography. A surprise trip to Ontario for a funeral.
And here we are, preparing for another trip to New Zealand, though we don't leave for a while yet. I've no idea what 2020 will bring. I've got several photography related ideas in the works, some people are pitching various proposals to me, and of course, the BBQ will get a workout again. I still want to drape a model in run gear over this log, but now is clearly not the time, unless she is much more intrepid than I imagine.
I know there are lots of people worried about 2020. How climate change will affect them. What our idiot politicians will get up to as they feather their nest and screw us over. Wondering if things will hold together just long enough for them to hit the magic number for retirement. If this will be the year they'll finally sell their house, or buy their dream home. Or get off the street and into any form of housing, with 3 square meals a day in the bargain.
But keep in mind that humans are good at figuring things out, and that of all the smartest people who have ever lived, half are alive right now. Maybe try not to think about scientific progress happening one funeral at time, or that by appearances far more than half of all the stupid people being alive right now too.
2020 for sure will bring some responses to the AMA, since I've had some questions already. More are welcome.
So in the spirit of openness and reading into the situation whatever you wish to, here's three sort of abstracts.
I'd like to convince you those big poles are specialty fishing equipment to guide boats in the marsh leading to the open water, towards the clouds on the horizon.
My eyes did not see that sundog.
Part of the charm of abstracts is that people wonder what it 'really' is. You will have to wonder a long time.
Deadwood of the Day