Have you ever seen such a perfect brunch spread? Tulips, mimosas, yummy food, the Weekender and new friends made for a wonderful Sunday morning.
I currently have blisters all over my right hand, a pile of smelly, dusty clothes and the most unattractive wide-legged waddle. Why am I so happy about this? Cause I went horseback riding yesterday. And it was AWESOME.
Not only was it so fun to get back in the saddle, but- screw modesty- I rocked the barrel racing. (Largely, I suspect, due my responsive and energetic horse.)
Racing amongst green mountains on a clear and sunny day- what more can you ask for? I want to go again, immediately. I’ve only ever ridden English, so I’ll have to work on losing the upright posture and locked elbows driven into me by years of training, but it’s a commitment I am soooo willing to make.
In my two years of living in New York City, I’ve found that there’s nothing like leaving the city to help you examine your life in it. Last week I drove through New Jersey and was in a fit of excitement about my “getaway.” (The analysis of that over-reaction is still being processed.)
Over New Years, I traveled to San Francisco to reunite with some college friends who have stubbornly refused to follow me wherever I go. So I go to them because they are amazing, caring, thoughtful people. They challenge me while supporting me and make me a more interested person. And they talk about food. A lot. I didn’t realize how low food is on the totem-pole of my life considerations until I hung around them for a couple of days.
Between these food talks and luxury of vacation time, I found myself taking pictures of the little things around me. And in doing that, I was able to let go of my self-inflicted pressure to take important pictures of important subjects. This release, and the simple act of picking up my camera more, are just a few of the things I’ve tried to bring back to my life in New York this year.
New and old friends sharing breakfast in Sequoia on New Year’s Eve morning. Sets the bar pretty high for 2010.