Snow patches and the slowing current of a brook mark the beginning of Winter, near Round Top Mountain.
Week 35's image came, unexpectedly.
Following what's become a normal routine, I drove on Friday from the Bay Area to Davis for a photoshoot scheduled for Saturday. Returning to my college home affords me the opportunity to spend the weekend with my girlfriend, and get knock out a photoshoot. A win in anyone's book, I think.
Well, it didn't turn out as expected this weekend. After a 2.5 hour trip turning into 5 hours thanks to traffic, I arrived in Davis only to see my client had to cancel on their photoshoot. I was pissed, and worse, I now had no ideas for this week's photo. Thankfully, I have a girlfriend who understands how important photography is to me.
Next morning, to my surprise, her and I are driving another 2.5 hours into the mountains near Lake Tahoe to what's become a favorite hiking spot, near Winnemucca Lake. High in the mountains near Carson Pass, patches of snow marked our path as we climbed, enjoying the mountain air and affording a much needed break.
As I question my current employment in the Bay Area, and the huge stress living in suburbia places on me, I've never been so thankful to have a significant other who doesn't mind going on a hike and freezing her butt off, all for the sake of a photo. It makes me wonder, makes my mind wander, about one thing:
Where paths may lead.