Hanging Moss

Sometimes I take a photo that makes me think maybe I am ok at photography.

To me this photo is amazing, I like it a lot. 

Taken at Muir Woods. 

I love hanging moss, it reminds me of a slower paced place.

A few photos of the same tree. 

A Precipice

I feel that lately I am standing on a precipice. I have realized I am in a position that a decision must be made. Unfortunately I don't have time to focus as to what that decision should be. 

Should I remain standing on the precipice? Should I walk along the edge and see what comes of it? Or should I jump blindly or dive into a new adventure?

These are the questions that are swirling around my head, that is, when I have enough downtime to let them.

For now if we cross paths and I seem a bit distracted, forgive me, I am not ignoring you, I am just attempting not to fall in.

No I am not giving you the finger

 The other day my middle finger on my right hand started to swell inexplicably.  I must of hit it some how. The next morning I woke up with a bruised hand. It isn't lovely, in the least bit. Since I am right handed the bruise is rather inconvenient. 

The picture doesn't do it's ugliness justice.

Yep I am a Freak o' Nature