Yes, I’m still alive and mostly well!! I started grad school two weeks ago, and have been absolutely overwhelmed. I knew to expect a lot of work, but this is a bit much! My life outside of work has been dedicated to school—no blogging, no writing, very minimal sketching, and even less exercise (boo!).
I feel like I’ve managed my time a bit better this week so I’m going to take a moment to relate some of my recent activities.
On the reading front…
- I’m almost caught up on Daniel Silva’s Gabriel Allon series. I’m holding off on the next book because once I finish that one, I will have to wait until July to read the next one.
- I have gone back to the Scot Harvath series, written by Brad Thor. I’m reading Blowback now, and while it is good, Scot isn’t Gabriel, and Brad’s writing doesn’t have the in-depth, smooth flow that Silva’s does.
On the movie front…
- I went to see London Has Fallen in the theater. I know, it got pretty crappy reviews, but if you’re in the mood for lots of action, this is the movie for you! Also, it doesn’t hurt that two hot guys in suits do an awesome job of staying alive and taking care of the bad guys.
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So excited for a Monday off! It gives me a chance to appreciate the snow from the inside of my home and to catch up on writing and art projects. Before I get too far off track, let’s take a look at the Daily Prompt:
f you’re like most of us, you need to earn money by working for a living. Describe your ultimate job. If you’re in your dream job, tell us all about it — what is it that you love? What fulfills you? If you’re not in your dream job, describe for us what your ultimate job would be.
Unfortunately, I’m not presently working my dream job. If money was no object (or if I was independently wealthy), I would have the most awesome job. Can you guess what it would be?
I love (and want) to travel. So my dream job would be…drum roll…a travel writer, who incorporates art—either sketching or photography. And since I enjoy cycling and running and hiking, I would be sure to include those sorts of activities in my posts/articles.
Imagine sitting in an outdoor cafe in Italy, sipping a latte, and sketching the buildings around you. This would be your morning start before pedaling into the countryside and checking out the scenery and stopping to take some photos. You would return to your villa to shower and change before heading into town for a dinner of pasta and wine.
Can you feel the sun on your face? Taste the rich, bold flavors of the red wine on your palette? Ah…take time to enjoy before heading to the next destination!
What do you think? Would you like this kind of job? If you have any suggestions on how I can make it happen, I’m all ears!!
Money for Nothing
I recently returned from exploring parts of Morgantown and Elkins, West Virginia, on my Salsa cyclocross bike. The below photos are shots from several rails-to-trails and state parks we explored.
View from the Mon River Trail South, outside of Prickett’s Fort State Park in Fairmont, WV
Deckers Creek, near MP 7
Deckers Creek Falls off the Deckers Creek Trail
Deckers Creek, near MP 7
Valley Falls, Valley Falls State Park in Fairmont, WV. Rainy day.
Leaf in water…playing around in the rain.
Leaves in water…more photography in the rain.
Bridge at Valley Falls State Park
Wildflowers along the Allegheny Highlands Trail, outside of Elkins, WV.
Pastoral view along the Allegheny Highlands Trail.
I took the below photo while on a recent trip to St. Michaels, Maryland. I wanted to share more than just the pic so I looked for a relevant poem. I hope you enjoy the boat and Sea Fever
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
Poem found here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/242552