In a world of so many great photographers and writers, I am venturing into some unknown territories, leaving comfort zones, finally very willing to practice the art of seeing. By maintaining the practice of posting daily photos, I hope to continue learning about the possibilities that I trust are out there for the taking.
Twenty three days before Ray drops me off at the Mexican/California by the PCT Monument where JJ and Jeff will be waiting for me. 6pm is when we are supposed to meet up and set up our tents before dark. We’ll sleep out at the border and begin backpacking bright and early in the morning. (I’d like to get a picture of me and my tent by the border fence!)
I am the least trained before any previous backpacks. Walking around MHCC carrying a pack filled with 28 pounds is not really much training. Saturday I lead the hiking group on an 8 mile PCT hike north of the Whitewater River. Our group gains the PCT from the Mission Creek Preserve parking area. We have the gate code to drive within 2 miles of the PCT where we’ll park.
Sunday I also hope to get in a little longer hike, maybe going up Murray Hill.
But this morning I was just happy I made time to at least get out and move about. Driving into LA on Thursdays takes its toll.
The flowers are beautiful and in full glorious bloom in our neighborhood. I shot about 20 photos on the walk this morning but they were all boring, except this one I took of me using a dirty car’s right-side rear reflective area. It’s not often I miss an opportunity for a good reflection or shadow shot of me. The woman who walked by me as I was repeatedly trying to get this shot was kind enough to only smile and keep walking. So many people say, “What ARE you doing?”
Me and my backpack out for a walk this morning.
