Following little e's wishes, we rested on the 7th day. I think we were all ready for a day of lounging. I broke out my inktense pencils and pretended I could draw. Sweet G and Naynay joined me at one point for a lovely hour of communal art. Big E took off on his own, with my camera, and took some mini-hikes. He saw deer, a snake, and lots of flowers and butterflies.
It was at about this point that I imploded. I wanted my blog, my computer, my sewing machine, in short... my life back. All I could see was laundry (I did two loads while Big E explored), dishes, meals, planning and packing... and all of it was done without thanks. It was as if I had lost my anchor. And the only thing I had any access to was my camera.. which my husband had. I wanted it back. It was ugly. I was ugly. How did I become this person who couldn't share? Gah. It did make one thing clear... even in that beautiful environment, I cannot do the Mom/Wife/caretaker thang without my outlets.... and we need a second camera. I had no idea how important it had become to me as an artistic tool.
In one of the rare moments when I had the magic silver box in my hands, I discovered the digital macro setting. Apparently, it has taken me a year to become comfortable enough with my Precious to start to explore the other settings. Who knew the little dynamo had Super Settings? (Okay, anyone who had read the manual... )
All photographs on this post my Big E.