Take a photo every day

I’ve been taking a photo every day for more than a year. It’s been a really amazing experience.

It has probably helped me grow and learn more than any other goal I’ve acheived or attempted on 43Things. It got me through a very bad patch in my creative life, after my first novel (which I worked on for many many years) was rejected by a whole bunch of publishers.

I learned a lot from watching Saramarie, and FrannieGirl, and aob, and TAD and Malc (who doesn’t really play on this goal, but who takes great photos), and others who I’m sure I’m going to regret omitting. I’ve been very much encouraged by SoCalLifer and Maltiti and others, to continue.

I’m going to continue taking and posting photos on other goals, and probably continue a photo a day over on my blog , but 43Things seems a bit overloaded and I’m going to bow out of this goal.

Thanks to everyone who played along!!

Photo: On the dunes at Death Valley.

and continuing only on my blog. It’s been so time consuming and frustrating to post photos lately. Sigh.

That’s what One-L said when I told her about my mom’s home remedy for cracked skin.

You cut a piece of banana peel the correct size and tape it over your dry thumb (in my case) or heel (in your case, perhaps?) overnight and viola! It’s all healed up. Repeat a second night, if needed.

It turns a truly disturbing color that might make you feel like you are in your own private CSI episode (blue backlighting recommended for full effect) but it works!

This came up because I developed some cracked dry places on my thumb where it met the steering wheel during the drive to Death Valley Junction and back last weekend.

My officemate.

I think I’ll keep her.

I have a huge amount of work to get done today, most of it involving reading.

So I went to Bob’s Big Boy for breakfast and took scripts with me. I can read so much faster when I don’t have distractions.

Okay. Go ahead and laugh, Noel.

I continue to be fascinated with produce. Especially tiny new versions of old favorites. These are sweet and tart and delish.

Found them at Trader Joe’s.

Another of my attempts to take photos of all the picturesque old stuff along Sierra Highway.

One-L and I picked up lunch. It came with very good bread and butter. Apparently, each of us went around the office asking if anyone wanted the butter.

No takers.

But some laughers.

We took Wildrose Road on our way out of Death Valley. It was narrow and slow going because the road was washed away in some places, but hard packed and dry yesterday.

Found foundations of buildings and stone steps like these leading to them. Also a cave up these steps and around to the right. There was water there apparently, and from poking around on the Internet, I surmise that this is Wildrose Spring.

It was cool and pleasant there.

Edit: If anyone knows anything about the history of this site, I would love more info on it.

I will write more about this on my other goal about visiting the opera house. This is a detail of the fabulous ceiling painting by Marta Becket.

This is the part where Hydra starts groaning. I will go barefoot just about anywhere.