In the second week of September, I went to Marrowstone Island.

I’m posting this picture more of a reminder to myself.  I’ve spent hours over the last year pouring over my pictures from Japan, of which I have hundreds (I mean, I carried my camera everywhere with me) and since I’ve come home, I’ve had almost no urge to take pictures of anything.  Not in Seattle, anyway.  I took my camera to Marrowstone because there was something there I wanted to bring back with me.  It’s strange that I haven’t been inspired to take any pictures of where I live, or what I’m looking at.

Just now, the leaves are turning.  They are turning more quickly than I ever remember them turning before.  I should try and get a couple of shots, mainly for myself.  It’s part of my long process of coming out of reverse culture shock, hehe.  

To the photographers out there, do you ever look outside and think: yup, just the street I live on, and not particularly an image I want to look at when I go through my photos later.  

I should start taking day trips on the weekends.  The price of gas is going down anyway, so I no longer have an excuse.