I have been a dreadful, terrible blogger of late. There are so many excuses, yet really none at all, because we do what we do what we do, and that's that. I should have been drawing more. It's my bread and butter, after all. My pen and paper.
So, now it is with zest and enthusiasm (and really, what more is there?) that I embark on the visual re-living of the past few weeks. America is a beautiful country. I know so more than ever. Here, over a number of blog posts, is why I love it.
It was with a lick of the finger to the wind and not a lot else in the way of planning that Forrest and I set out on our honeymoon three weeks ago. It was proposed that we would embark on a giant road trip from Alabama to California and back. Via Colorado, you say? Through Moab? Napa Valley? I have a weakness for adventure. I didn't need much convincing.
First off, we had to say goodbye to the little-ish boy. So with one last cuddle and a wave, he was off to Auntie Linda's for two weeks of luxury-living. Bye Rudy! (thank you Linda!).