Lent Stripped Down: One Camera Survival

Growing up in NY I had SAD every winter; my schedule would go haywire and my childhood insomnia would turn straight up Vampiric. The summers, however, were a Dionysian festival of sun-drunk joy tripping.

Many a post I have blogged about how sunlight eradicates negativity for me. It is why I am bunking down in L.A. waiting out the winter before I fly back East.

So what do I do when I am up north, the fog rolls in, I caught my host's cold, tough times are happening relationally, I am away from my altar at home and I have not had a good night's sleep since I flew up? No sun in sight to burn off the resentment.



I took a camera to the yard to capture the crappy fog so I could complain. But this is how the pictures come out, when you focus on only the color in the gray.