-I imagine this tree is what Wallace Stevens saw when he penned that “Death is the mother of Beauty” in “Sunday Morning.”
-A church in a meadow…you couldn’t be more peaceful if you tried. I tried. I couldn’t.
-A bird shedding his Halloween feathers.
-I’d never seen yellow before I saw that leaf.
-I ate my lunch underneath that tree.
–THAT cabin has THAT view and I’m planting THOSE seeds to bring a little bit of heaven home.
-You wouldn’t know it but there was a bobcat outside that window just moments before this shot. And just moments after, that bobcat seemed to not care for a certain unfortunate squirrel who, I have to tell you, tragically would never see brunch carry on inside that dining hall again.
I was going to title this post just “camp” but that would have been a little bit of an exaggeration mostly because nothing about my trip landed in that category. I did sleep in a sleeping bag, but I still had a lovely bed underneath me, a cabin, and actual meals that somehow taste way better when you’re surrounded in trees. Every moment of the trip was pretty fantastic. I tried to narrow down my pictures but I’ve got so many to share you probably will be seeing more of it so sorry if you aren’t a huge nature fan! I threw in some chipmunks and things though so something just has to hit your fancy.
This trip was a long time coming, my family hadn’t been to our fave spot in way, wayyy too long and to get everyone able to go the same week was something of a miracle. The four days were the perfect combination of hikes and fires, games and family dinners, cinnamon roll mornings and chance sightings of bobcats, chipmunks, coyotes, oh, and tight-rope-men: See that picture of the crazy tight-rope-man? I’ve got about twenty pictures of him. We came across him at the top of Yosemite Valley, walking barefoot across a tiny rope strung between two rock overhangs with nothing but thousands and thousands of feet of empty air below him and one little strap hooked onto the tight-rope in case of a spill–which happened, actually, right in front of us. Apparently to the tight-ropers it was a fun adrenaline rush, to me just watching it was terror-inducing. The most adrenaline-rushing thing we did was trying to see how far the person pressing the delayed-camera-timer could run to join the group for a family photo before the shutter went off–across a bike trail and about 40 or so yards into a meadow I think was the final count before we risked getting a picture of someone’s fleeing back and everyone else’s posed faces.
Like I said earlier this week, unplugging for the weekend was so wonderful for my brain I think I’m going to try and repeat it once a month. I think it actually helps you notice smaller things like moss and caterpillar leaf-tracks, and appreciate bigger things like cliffs and meadows. When you’re just tunneling through life, you don’t notice those things and feeling frazzled and trying to charge through 100%, all the time, isn’t nearly as good I don’t think as scheduling “off” days/hours/moments and giving that time just as much importance. I’m very guilty of faking an “unplugging” externally, but keeping my brain going on what I have to do, probably should be doing, and could have done which ends up making me just as useless as if I had just kept working. My new goal? Letting my brain go be “in the woods” and being completely ok with it.
1960’s movies are the best. Where else can you see people camping in sport coats, ties, heels, and belted, white skirts? “Man’s Favorite Sport” is a completely under-praised film. Maybe because it’s not the usual pairing of Rock Hudson and Doris Day, but not very many people say “oh yeah!” if you bring this flick up. But seriously, watch it, because Paula Prentiss makes a pretty great second to Rock’s lead and besides that she’s also a perfect muse for my own trip this weekend into the wilderness–1960s style wilderness that is, which is just how I like it. I didn’t do a complete steal of Paula’s look from this scene **right before she kisses Rock Hudson btw.** I may be inspired by 1960’s films of aesthetic perfection, but real life has told me journeys into the woods aren’t too friendly on white so denim is a bit of a more modern view on that.
In the movie, Rock Hudson plays a “faux” fisherman, working for a sporting goods store called Abercrombie and Fitch (yes, really, same name…haven’t they come a long way in the wrong direction since the 60’s). He’s written a book on fishing but has never actually fished himself, and when Paula Prentiss invites him to a lodge’s fishing competition to promote the store, Rock has to learn to fish and of course a million different, highly improbable, but completely hilarious, events occur along the way. If you read into the title, viewers are supposed to answer the question that Man’s Favorite Sport (?) isn’t really fishing…unless it’s fishing for women. There’s the usual bitchy fiance in the way of the leading man falling in love with the right girl, and the secondary plot of him realizing he really loves the complete disaster girl who is, in the end, actually, completely adorable. And Paula Prentiss, complete with perfectly pulled together outfits, flawless makeup even when emerging fresh from the water, and late-night rendevous in adorable matching pajamas is the perfect inspiration for this summer’s journeys, however short I may fall of that image of perfection.
I’m headed off for a few days for a much, much needed vacation. I’ve completely over-packed, charged my camera to its longest length of picture plaguing abilities, and worked myself into a frenzied excitement for this weekend so I know I’m ready. Next week hopefully there will be pictures to share and also another hint about the blog-launch because I’m meeting with my designer for our first review of the design. Stick around!