I was looking for bear tracks the other day when I wandered down to the river and saw that the bridge was ‘lit up’, so I took an iPhone photo. I often forget to check the iPhone even though I take pictures with it frequently. I have to work a little harder to take pictures with the camera, and here I had the nicest picture right in my pocket the whole time. Looking at this picture you have VT on the left side of the bridge and NH on the right side. And at this moment in time I feel as if I’m standing on a bridge and I have my nostalgia for my ‘home’, my roots, for the people I used to know and the person I used to be on one side, and on the other, what exactly? I have no clue, but I’m working on it…
And yes, there was a bear in the campground the other night. Which explains why I now drive to the bathroom in the middle of the night…
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 