The Wormlips Scrapbook

I got home from Boston a few hours ago.

The logistics of this whole transformation are overwhelming enough, but the heartbreak I’ve started to feel at the goodbyes is hardest to manage. I was homesick in Vermont, and I’m even more homesick since I got home, in anticipation of the Real Thing that’s just around the corner now.

A couple weeks ago I got to spend a lovely 24 hours with my friend M. As the last hours fled by I felt the gloom roll in. When I hugged him goodbye, I went into teary meltdown. Guys don’t seem to get that. I had a hard time thinking this was the last time I’d see him for a year. He was probably thinking about what to cook for dinner.

As I drove off toward the freeway I looked like one of those illustrated women on the cover of True Confessions, with welled-up eyes hiding behind splayed fingers.

Back to the present, these past four days in Vermont have been agonizing, in limbo between a screwed up past and an inexplicable future. My mantra: What was I thinking.

On my way back to Boston my old friend Yinyer and I had a wonderful visit, even though she got a deer tick on our walk through the woods. I met her kids who are, not surprisingly, delightful characters at 18 and 20. I heard about last year’s ice storm in northern Massachusetts. Several times. She is very, very funny. She and my sister are really close friends, and the two of them together are hysterical.

We used to sign our names exactly alike, but time has changed all that.

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Here are a few pix of Yinyer and Yinna, taken by a tolerant David.

In that last picture, I turned to look at Ginger and found her puckered lips just millimeters from my face.

Just before I drove off, I documented a scene of domestic bliss.

Editor’s Note, late January: I did make it to the meeting, where I got the following comments from the critique lady:

“The bicycle one is too busy to my eye. But these might make good travel photos.”

Oh well.

Original Post, January 1:

I’ve finally worked up the nerve to attend a meeting of a local photo users’ group next week. By Sunday night I need to have picked out two images for critique. I’ve whittled the six thousand (no joke) I took in South Asia down to nine and now I’m stuck. Your vote on your favorite two would be more helpful than you could possibly realize. I need opinions by this Sunday night, January 4.

As before: When you click on each thumbnail below, its one-word slug will show up in white letters under the bottom row of thumbnails. Click on that link for a full-sized picture.

Beneath the photos is where you cast your vote. It’s all anonymous and doesn’t require logging in or anything. Really, many thanks.

Begging for a happy new year for us all,
Ginna

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If you’re reading this, your opinion matters to me. Even if you never interact with blogs, would you consider weighing in just this once? It would really help (and it’s totally anonymous).

Here’s the situation: I’m thinking it might be fun to enter a photo or two into a travel photo contest, though my pix aren’t particularly meritorious. Can you tell me which (if any) of the following twelve possibilities you think might be worthy of submission?

When you click on each thumbnail, its one-word slug will show up in white letters under the bottom row of thumbnails. Click on that link for a full-sized picture.

Beneath the photos is where you cast your vote. I’d really appreciate your opinion.

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