Since arriving home two weeks ago from my South American assignment, I’ve been ever-so-ever busy!  On top of editing that assignment most nights, I’ve been writing (mostly in my head so far) a presentation I’m giving in two weeks on photography,  trying to keep up on the exercise (fail),  and trying to keep updated with all my contacts -that’s you- about future assignments, your wedding plans and more.  Last but not least, I’ve been trying to keep my face from twisting off by anchoring it with some smiles and smirks.  Now don’t get me wrong, I actually love all that,,,the rush of keeping busy,,,but in the last two weeks, it’s been a little much at times and the thought of getting behind on things makes me want to snarl.

And,,,,,on that overflowing pot of life, let me add, I’ve been feeling a little bit down.  As I’ve said before in previous posts, for me it’s always hard coming home from a great adventure, whether it’s off the beaten path in my own backyard or on newly discovered foreign trails.  The people I meet are what inspire me most and I really strain when I have to leave them.  I tend to keep to myself when going through this stage, yeah, probably why I’ve been on blogging hiatus, sorry about that! I knew I was sliding when I started getting emails about why I haven’t been posting! *smiles* 

Well, tonight, after a long day of work, I started my nightly editing.  But after only about twenty three and a half minutes, I called it quits.  I had to get out.  Put down the mouse and go, I told myself.  No, actually I screamed it!  I needed to get out of the house and absorb some fresh air, find some beautiful light, and listen for the sounds of anything but city.  It was about seven o’clock and I knew immediately where I wanted to go.  I needed some Molt love. I called up Ava and asked if she and her human Amy wanted to join me on this last second adventure, and they said sure.

It’s about a twenty minute drive to “the spot,” or destination, that I consider to be Molt; that being an old windmill just on the western edge of this teensy town.  My desired spot also marks a great position for some landscape photography and holds one of the most fantastic views of the eastern Montana prairie.

We arrived about ten minutes before sunset so I felt I didn’t have much time to think about compositions, tripods, or any such tom-foolery.  I just wanted to get out and shoot and feel it.  I flung my 70-200 around, spinning in circles, anxious about losing my light, aiming it at everything, firing it off like it was the last sunset I’d ever experience. Ever.  Click-click-click,, rat-a-tat-tat!! After a first few rounds, I slowed down and took a breath, forgot all about the must-do’s at home, and it came to me, the sense of where I was,,,

Ava gettin’ feisty,,,,and runnin’ from the camera,,,,and finally, the shot of grandeur!