Self and the City

Here's the deal, I am very behind on my blogging!  I am trying to make up some ground here.  Here's the rest of the story, once a procrastinator always a procrastinator.  One would think the more time you have the more you can get done.  Oh how wrong I am again!

Time, is an abstract reality that we really feel here: meaning, we have lots of it.  With all the normal pressures of work and daily tasks taken off our shoulders this equation formulates extra hours of leisure time.

What I have discovered is that leisure time is not productive time.  Extra hours on hand only makes one more accustomed to the simply life of selfish indulgences.  Not that I have relinquished my OCD and ADD behaviors which I had become so accustomed to at home. Rather, I have just rejuvenated them.  For example, I no longer have to go around leaving cupboard doors wide open in my house.  Instead its all about tracking my footprints on the beach when I am on an in and out route with Harley(The tide is winning this one).  What I am getting at here, is that besides penciling in your own idiosyncrasies, the rest of the day is yours for the taking.

This year's patterns of behavior has proven to support my thesis statement, "I Get More Accomplished When My Plate is Over-Flowing."   Hence the hours of blogging I will do, when I return back home and have responsibilities , work and deadlines pounding down my door.

Maybe if I spent less time justifying my procrastination skills,  I would have more time eliminating these tasks that I now deem as work. See there's that word again "time".

OK then, it's decided,  I will punch one out tonight to alleviate my writers block in September.


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I love these next set of photos because they capture what I see everyday.  Harley has this bond with Mat that is so instinctual.  She mimics his every move.  It's like a reflex.  These next shots are not posed, I just happen to always be the one with the camera who is closing up trail, which means I can snap away and capture these moments of affection.

From looks of what to do next, to quick steps across a crickety bridge, she duplicates every move he makes.

Playing in Paradise

Harley looking for a stick to dive for.  I guess an addict never fully recovers.  

This natural spring and rock waterslide(on the top) provides many a hour of entertainment for the locals.  

Another Great Adventure!  

Hmm, what will we sink our teeth into next?