Even the smallest and/or prettiest of creatures can be territorial and exhibit more than just a little bit of visciousness in the daily fight for survival. Heaven knows I’ve experienced it within the human workplace, hence the sarcastic title.
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Change is good. It can be for the better and open up new horizons.
I made a change to my living arrangements when I moved from Texas to central Washington, and I decided it was time to make a change to my photography website and my photography blogsite. No more plain old Rebecca Latson Photography.
Where The Trails Take You Photography
The web address to my blog is changed too, although if you still type in rebeccalatsonphotography.me I believe you should be directed to what is now wherethetrailstakeyouphotography.blog
My photo website address is https://www.wherethetrailstakeyou.com/ or you can just click on the image above to be taken to my website.
Sunrise colors of the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone, Yellowstone National Park
I read this in this morning’s edition of The National Parks Traveler and just loved it, so I’m sharing it with you.
If you enjoy traveling to national parks, then take the time to read this article by clicking on the image above.
- I drove across the Washington State border from Idaho, 3 weeks after moving up from TX.
- I arrived in Yakima, WA, my new home, that morning.
- My then 71-year old sister discovered (on this same day) her (thankfully now-ex) husband of 21 years had stolen – over the course of 10 years – all but $31,000 of her $800,000 retirement fund. Had he not been found out, he would have probably totally emptied her account – HER personal account that was never his to begin with.
Not quite how I’d expected my move to the Pacific Northwest to end up, but I sure am happy I’m here. I live with my sister now, help with the yardwork (see photos below), help with the cooking, help with the errands, and help with the bills. I live in a valley with soil perfect for fruit orchards, vinyards, and vegetable farms, near wineries and whisky distilleries (Lake Chelan Blue Spirits bourbon is my fave). I don’t have to worry about tornados, hurricanes every 6 months, or flooding. I don’t have to deal with humidity, and there are actual real seasons over here, along with cool weather that occurs BEFORE late December and lasts longer than a month. I am within driving distance of three national parks and a plethora of other beautiful landscapes to photograph, from the Cascade Mountains to the Pacific Ocean. The geology is pretty cool around here, too.
The year has gone by so fast, and it’s taken a little, but not much, adjustment on all our parts. I feel needed and am glad to be helping my sister – I feel like I am paying it forward for things I should have done for Mom but didn’t.
Before and After shots of the yard. Looks pretty nice, huh? This is what my sister and I, with help from her youngest son, did – something that should have been done by my sister’s ex, instead of what he really was doing, which was sitting in his office downstairs thinking up ways to continue stealing from her.
No, I haven’t won the lottery nor am I working for any high-powered company here. I’m definitely not independently wealthy, but I sure feel like I am finally living the dream. When my parents and I moved down South when I was 9 years old (my father had a better job offer in Kentucky), I watched the mountains of Montana (where I was born) recede behind me and vowed I would eventually return. It’s taken me 49 years to finally get back to the West, but better late than never. 😁
Becky at Home
Hiking the trail up in Paradise, Mount Rainier National Park, Washington
Everytime I go to sleep, I dream. There has never been a time (that I can remember), when I have not dreamed something, good or scary. I don’t know if that means I am sleeping well or not. Sometimes, I wake up from those dreams and can’t get back to sleep, no matter how much I try. This morning is one of those times. When that happens, I get up and come to the laptop to work on photos and ideas for my next National Parks Traveler article. As I was working on this image, an idea popped into my head and I decided to run with it. I’ve been trying to write enough articles for the Traveler to have two, rather than one, photo article a month. I’ll see how long I can continue with that. I remember, once, some years ago, having writer’s block so badly that I considered parting ways with the Traveler. Thankfully, that writer’s block didn’t last for long, because I know I would have regretted a move like that.
In the meantime, this image below was taken in the autumn of 2016 in the Paradise area of the park. Fall is one of those hit-or-miss seasons for Mount Rainier, especially in Paradise. It’s either going to be a clear, blue-sky day with The Mountain out and the huckleberry bushes showing off brilliant shades of orange and red, or it’s going to be a misty, foggy day where a photographer must concentrate on what she can see immediately around her, which in this case, was the trail and the different shades of greens along that trail.
Where will the trail take you?
Copyright Rebecca L. Latson, all rights reserved.
Becky and her stuff
I now feel like an official Washington State Citizen. I have my WA driver’s license, WA plates on my little car, WA car insurance, and my stuff arrived from Texas last week and is now ensconced in a nice, roomy storage unit, for the time being.
I lived in WA 23-some years ago (Seattle), moving to southeast TX to be with my aging parents. Now that they are gone, I feel like I am finally home again, sort of like a prodigal daughter returning. And it feels great! Chilly mornings (I can wear my fleece again!), dry heat (no humidity), cool evenings, local fresh fruits and vegetables, local wineries, living within driving distance of national parks and other amazing photo ops, sitting around a glowing chiminea at night sipping whiskey with my sister and her son and playing with the Great Dane, and enjoying not worrying about hurricanes and flooding every 6 months.
Sure feels good to be home, again.