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stumble © Laura Kicey

Since coming home, I've had this gross feeling in the pit of my stomach. It has translated in my mind to a general malaise, a veil of worry. I left some loose ends before I left, which I returned to, still sailing in the wind. Returning from a week of fantastic adventures, I feel blunted by my same-old same-old town. But then I haven't really been out of the house for photowalking or for anything really, just plodding to work... where actual work is not to be had, we are so slow... so I just keep turning things over in my head. What do I do now? How do I restart doing the things I haven't done before? Especially when I have become so completely unmotivated to do so much as vacuum up what appears to be half a tree that blew through the air conditioner into my bedroom.


hitchhikers © Laura Kicey

The quickie fix for the weekend looks like I am shooting a bike race... which, like the car show, is uncharted territory... and subject matter I am rather indifferent too. As well as shooting style (action/sports photography uh? whuh?) I have ne'er delved into.

Oh so the opening photo. Right. I'm not being beaten, though I feel a little beat up. It is in the wake of this awesome refreshing force of experiencing this amazing place that all I have left physically are the bruises from 1. walking into a vicious metal pole, hidden in a fennel bush, while trespassing in the dark at the tag cathedral and 2. having a puddle kick my ass at the airport, the fall made it look like I couldn't dismount the moving walkway... and this gross feeling inside. I'm afraid I am going to go blind looking at my old life.