We spent the weekend up north (Tutukaka) with Michelle's family.
It was grouse.
Despite the blustery weather, it always seemed to be fine when we wanted to do outdoorsy stuff.
A weekend is not enough.
Sometimes I get all self-absorbed and am more than happy to just go do my own thing.
Maybe thats why I like this so much.
I'm not sure it is good, however.
Scotty tried it the other weekend, and ended up not doing it. ie: his mountain-range solitude was shared with drunk people and a youth group.
Introspection is a bit like self-pity, in that we all enjoy it, and even seek after it.
And I'm not sure if it is as necessary as it is enjoyable.
You tend forget about the other stuff - especially other people and most especially, you tend to forget about God.
It is an indulgence, I guess. In much the same way as we might occasionally eat a whole packet of sweets by ourself, or a whole block of chocolate, we often sit down and think about ourselves for a bit, and then afterwards feel guilty, and slightly ill.
I dunno.
Notice this is still under the [The Weekend] heading?
And I'm rambling.
Yay.
Not quite so aimless rambling, and it does bear some significance to the heading.
At least in my head.
Anyway.
In fact, how about a Dan's Diary special feature on...
[Abandoned Places]
- Lost America - the colors, the colors...
- Modern Ruins - check the field of B-52s...
- Night Photographer - more colors...
- Deserted Farms - in black and white.
Most of the above places have more links to other sites, and/or are members of various webrings.
Such awesome stuff.
