Des has this thing where he says, “Today’s the day is it going to be hot?” Or “Today’s the day I can wear shorts?” And they’re mostly always questions, and they’re definitely always adorable. And I want to ask, “Today’s the day is it that I get on a plane to Alaska?” The answer most definitely is YES. I’ve dreamed my whole life of this. I’m an anxious person. Sometimes. I can’t just do things normally – like get on planes and read books and eat food and pretend like the entire world isn’t spinning in a certain direction of insanity right now. I’m also a TERRIBLE flyer. So the next 12 hours or so should be interesting.
Whenever I’m nervous, I think about how I’m going to do something. How it’s actually going to happen. When I was nervous for my sister’s wedding, I consoled myself of the fact that I wasn’t the photographer nor the bride, two other things I have been. Although I can’t say that people couldn’t care less about me, because it was all of our family and friends together.
When I had to get my chipped back tooth fixed, I thought about how it was actually going to go down. I realized all I was going to do was lie in a chair while two other people did all the work. It’s like planes too. At least I’m not the pilot. I tell myself things. I picture things. Generally even when it requires physical, emotional and mental strength of my own, I do ok. I show up – in more ways than one. I put forth the effort. I push strollers in 13 hour days of heat and theme parks and sweat.
Nothing I’ve ever done can prepare me for what’s on the other side of the long flight. Taking the kids to my parents and letting go of them for far longer than I ever have. Checked off. Booked this flight. Done weeks ago. I’m also assuming I drove all the way to Logan Airport with a packed suitcase full of camera gear, rain gear, leggings, and a book or seven, and other comfort items. The other side, though. Whales and tails, morning moose and glacier walks. Mountain planes, hillside trains, and maybe a reindeer or two. Bears catching salmon, 10:30pm sunsets, and cabins in the woods. Ferry boats, endless rain, and a bed & breakfast in Homer. Being totally alone with Cassidy, and no one else, for days on end! Cassidy, moose and bears.
The next time you hear from me, I’ll be on that other side. Definitely play along on Instagram, or Facebook, and keep reading the blog, because it will be going on as I do, as planned. You will be visited by three Christmas ghosts. Kidding!
But you will be visited by the ghosts of photos I should have edited over a year ago? Well, here I am! Photo Essay #1 takes place in Beckett, MA, when I took Des with me to view a bed & breakfast for a wedding I was photographing there. Gorgeous.