I still haven't found my photography groove yet in Montgomery as I'm spoiled by knowing the "take pictures here" spots in Birmingham such as the Botanical Gardens, Zoo, etc.
I'm getting settled into the new digs - even the cat has found his niche downstairs and comandeered a mattress and box springs in his royal suite. Though he still bitches at me twice daily, we've worked out an agreement. The dogs are still trying to decide if they will obey me or not. *sigh*
Today was laundry day - I was previously spoiled by getting it all done in a hour at the local place but having washer and dryers now, I found myself mostly napping and looking for photo ops. The yard was a wonderland of teeny tiny while I was waiting (though the wind was going insane).
there is this comedian that talked about how he decided to give up pot because he wanted to find out if he was funny without it. And he sat there "waiting for the funny to come"....and waited. I feel that way about my writing lately - I've been waiting for the meaningful to come (besides my daily doings - because, well that has got to be boring as freaking hell - it is for me lately. hahaha) I think I'm holding myself back from participating in something - waiting for the other shoe to drop or something. I have a feeling this is something I will be examining for relevance this weekend. And what I can do to change that.