Snowflakes

Everyone feels different sometimes, because, in fact, they are. Lately though it seems as if others agree, finding me much more different than I do myself. While applying for a job a woman stared at me for a full ten seconds before asking where I am from, not an easy question to answer, even vaguely. I've also been accused twice in as many days of talking down to people. This bothered me quite a bit. I tried hard to find if I was looking down on them, thought badly of them, anything. Don't you have to think poorly of someone to do that? If I give that impression with someone I like, how much more to I have to contort and repress to be considered civil? Its also the opposite of what I'm usually acused of, being a doormat or coward. If fitting in was a matter of changing myself, I would have done so long ago. I have a mental hang up about it I suppose, but in a practical sense I assume its what most people do. And it works. But the older I get, the more I seem to be spilling out the edges, becoming who I am regardless of where and with whom.

Mist on the Water

Going down the highway early yesterday the mountains on all sides were covered in mist. I decided to take my chances pulling onto a side road chasing the perfect spot to shoot. It paid off! 

There was a bridge with a wooden walkway, just across from a fishing spot.

Some of the planks were broken out, but that is common here. It was after all, rainforest not so long ago.

 More morning expeditions to come for me I think.

Where paths may lead

 Whenever I find myself alone and driving, I try to stop at a park or some lovely place for a bit. I regret that I am now of an age where walks of many hours are a rare luxury. Unless I'd like to hurl my cell phone into a lake. Not a terrible option...

On a stop of this kind I found myself by a lake, mostly abandoned in this chilly weather, that I've been to before. Not since I was a teenager have I seen it, and it is likely I was pretty distracted at the time!

 It was so perfect in every way, exactly what you would want from a fall walk in the country. That musty-sweet perfume of leaves, the stripes of golden light through the trees and that breathtaking flutter of scarlet when the wind blows.

The next day held violent gusty rain and wind. I'm so glad that this is the moment I was there for.