Day 148

consistent rain in the northwest is no surprise, but it has definitely put a halt on the solid flow of work i had available outside. the hill's just too steep and wet now to be able to work on, let alone stand on.

i wish i had an awesome story to tell of a new street corner or sunset, but i don't. not from today.

on days like today, i remember phrases still fasted in my memory from high school composition- also ones that i've probably quoted earlier before.

"
the day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
it rains, and the wind is never weary;
the vine still clings to the moldering wall,
but at every gust the dead leaves fall,
and the day is dark and dreary.

my life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
it rains, and the wind is never weary;
my thoughts still cling to the moldering past,
but the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast
and the days are dark and dreary.

be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
thy fate is the common fate of all,
into each life some rain must fall,
some days must be dark and dreary."

henry wadsworth longfellow

Day 80

despite shooting in the rain and a sudden wave of sickness and pinkeye among staff, today was smooth. grey clouds hid salt spring island for most of the day and everybody's footsteps squished in soggy earth. some days must be dark and dreary. between the massive jellyfish at the beach and sticking around the office to capture and edit highlights for tomorrow, it's all been good.

i started packing today, as well, because tomorrow we run one more q-town and show the highlights i made tonight and then after lunch i am out of here. on the way in to canada, i remember guessing that i'd be here for eighty days. now, halfway through the summer of weekly camps and twice removed from forty days of advance crew, i see and appreciate the balance even the numbers have achieved. now tomorrow i leave to take this valuable time away and come back refreshed. i'm looking forward to reaching day one hundred.