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Back from Antigua

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Lot’s of flights for a few days of ocean front living. It was nice while we were there – warm-ish and very sunny.

Central Oregon Photo Workshop

I spent the last week in Central Oregon, taking a workshop from Jeff Jessing, of Nature Revealed Photography. I didn’t get a ton of sleep, but I did get a few wonderful photos, and learned more than I could have ever guessed. The photos are available HERE.

Upscale Buenos Aires Shopping Mall Once Housed Torture Chambers

I saw this post in my RSS feed.   This was an immensely beautiful place – on the top floor in a Museum (?) they had a Cartier-bresson exhibit, which was one of the highlight of my trip.

Notes from my travels..

Things I’ve done too much of -

Worn the same two changes of clothes over and over again

Sniffed my clothes to see if I can wear them again. More often than not, I ended up with a plaque clearing, head shaking “woah.”

Eaten dinner alone. ( I wonder if it’s related to wearing the same clothes over and over again. )

Watched bad, mindless TV in my hotel room. I knew it was time to go when I came across a Fran Drescher (The Beautician and the Beast) movie, and I WATCHED IT!!

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Finished

Back in America
25 February – ????

Well, I finally got on an Alaskan Airline flight at 9 p.m., and got into Seattle a little after 1 p.m. I managed to sleep the entire flight from Los Angeles to Seattle – I don’t think I’ve ever done that before. My bag wasn’t checked, so all I had to do was get a taxi, and I was home free.. Except for Sanjay, who’s couch I was going to sleep on, wasn’t answering his phone. It was 2 a.m., I’d been awake for most of the last 24 hours, and had slept maybe 8 hours in the last 48. It was a rough, rough time. Luckily (and something I planned for), Erin lived close to Sanjay, so I loaded my bags up and walked the block or two to her (my) house. Luckily, for me anyway, she was home. I got to sleep a couple of very short hours on her couch, and it was heaven. Thanks Erin, if you’re reading. Or even if you’re not.
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