I’m going to just keep blogging and ignore the fact that at any given second, the blog-o-floor with give out beneath  me.  Really, I’ve been expecting all hell to break loose with this switch in web hosting, but it seems to be eerily peaceful here.  A smooth transition?  Gawd!  That would be boring!  Maybe it’s just the calm before the storm.  Anyway, once I feel settled and confident in the stability of this here blog-o-floor…

yeah, i said it again.  what.  blog-o-floor.

blog-o-floor.  hmph.

…then I will try to explain it all–where I am right now, what this photography upheaval means, the direction I’m headed, the cure for cancer, the key to happiness, the meaning of life.

Look at this kid.  How cute is this kid!?!?  Last night he gave himself a nawsty little road rash to the face.  To be sure, it is only the first of many (nawsty little road rash incidents).

You totally just kissed your screen, didn’t you?

Like the hollow nothingness within the seed of a tree, which contains the potential of the entire tree, the experience of nothingness in the unmanifest field has within it the lively potential of everything in creation. (Maharishi Mahesh Yogi)

Or maybe this one is more appropriate for the oak picture:

This wildflower in the forest near the “shack” intrigued me for the same reason.  The beauty is already there inside, inherent.  The potential was there at its very creation.  There is nothing this flower needs to do but allow itself to open.

Does that not make you want to do a crazy-person giggle/clap/dance thing?  No?  That is good.  Someone should maintain sanity. 

So, I did have something thoughtful and rather melancholy to post.  But how in the world could I, with these S’mores-’round-the-campfire pictures from this weekend sitting on my memory card?  

And that’s it…  neither wordy, sappy, airy-fairy, nor smart-ass.  How disappointing.

Just really, really cute.

p.s.  I have mad marshmallow roasting skills.  I just needed you to know. 

Maaad skills.  And, that is all.