I’m having a really, really bad few days. They come, they go. The older you get, the more you realize it’s not the end of the world. The pendulum always swings back the other direction eventually.
So, on days like this, when my boss shows his true a**hole colors, the man in my life has no concept of the term emotional support, the dogs are misbehaving, I’m sliding closer and closer to the abyss of homelessness and my landlord doesn’t seem to want me to live where I live anymore, I think of my highest point, and hold on to it as tightly as I can. That’s what I recommend for everyone.
I’m particularly lucky in that I happen to have one of my highest points on film.
That’s me, in San Marco Square in Venice, Italy, 2006. It took me years of sacrifice and determination to get there, and yet there I stand, about to be pooped on by pigeons, despite all financial odds. I made that happen. No one helped. And no one can take that from me.
When you are standing in a dark valley of despair, it’s nice to be able to look up at a high pinnacle, illuminated by sunlight, and see yourself standing there as well.
The View from a Drawbridge 
Hey… I was there sometime right around then. I did a bunch of pictures of my European travels back before you found my blog. But good for you… except for the- pigeon poop part. (Say that five times fast)…
And buck up little trooper.
We may have shared a pigeon! And…thanks Art. 🙂
I didn’t do nothin’…
We shared a pigeon… that sounds so wrong.
Yes, it does. Especially if you’re the pigeon in question.
True dat.
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