I took noticeably few pictures on my recent trip back to Brasil and the US. I'm not really sure why, I just wasn't feeling the photo vibe. It's especially strange considering that my dad gave me an early birthday present (super early - I'll be 26 in October) that is the most bad-ass digital camera I've ever gotten my hands on.
Part of me, I think, is afraid to start using this monster of a camera because it is so cool, and takes such good photos, I'll get sucked hopelessly into another creative hobby. I already have jewelry making, crafts fairs, knitting and crocheting, writing and cooking. Somewhere in there I find time for "real" work.
I can only imagine what it will be like if I get the photo bug, something that has happened to me a couple of times in my life already. We'll see. Perhaps as the weather warms up, I can put the knitting aside and wander around the streets of Maputo instead, taking photos of this beautiful yet somewhat run-down city...
At any rate, here are some photos from my recent trip, none of which I took myself.
Me and my mom doing a wine tasting in Locke, in the Sacramento Valley.
Here I am doing one of my favorite activities in the world: hunting for Native American pot shards (pieces of 1,000-year-old Anasazi ceramics, in this case).
Our campsite in the Jemez (New Mexico). My Dad and I have this camping thing down pat.
Our cooking and hanging out tarp setup. I am in the final stages of "The Poisonwood Bible" and completely oblivious to the fact that my Dad has the camera out.