I’m still making my way through the audiobook version of Neil Peart’s Ghost Rider as part of the on-going Neil Elwood Peart Memorial Festival.  In this morning commute’s “reading” (was it in a letter to Brutus?  Most of the book is letters to Brutus) he mentioned Nantucket.  He didn’t go there, although I did get a mention of riding through Massachusetts today, he just mentioned it.

I’ve never been to Nantucket.  I have never been to Martha’s Vineyard either.  Growing up we used to take occasional weekend escapes to Cape Cod, but its been over 30 years since I’ve crossed the bridge.  I’d like to go back.  I’d like to see the islands.  Maybe this summer I can talk the family into making a mid-week escape.  Getting to the Cape on the weekends is hell on Earth, so it would need to be a mid-week thing.

Today’s “reading” also included a discussion of the Pacific Coast Highway.  Jen and I have driven on some stretches of that road.  Hearing about it today made me miss California.  It made me miss the Pacific ocean.  It made me want to go back to San Diego.  It made me want to stick my toes in the water again.  It made me want to drive through the mountains to the desert and see Julian.  Neil’s description of the Saltan Sea was far from favorable, but Jen and I drove out to it once and even though it was bordering on ghost town I wouldn’t mind seeing that again.  What about Joshua Tree?  What about Palm Springs?  We drove through that town once, but didn’t stop anywhere.

Our last few big trips have been to Florida, and our next one will be as well.  After that there’s another one on the agenda for next year too.  I love going there and I will never say no to an opportunity.  I just don’t want to get used to it.  I don’t want it to become common enough that it stops feeling special.  I also want to go to other places.

Ah, just ignore me as I fantasize about world traveling.  I just need a vacation.

La Jolla

It’s been about nine months since last we went to California. I’m getting the travel bug once again. We should spend more time in La Jolla on the next visit. If we plan on living there after we win millions in the lottery, then we should get to know our way around, right? Right?

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Hopefully our next visit to La Jolla will include sunshine. We should keep going back until the weather gets it right.

My 2012 in Pictures

In January I took my swanky new lens out and about in Methuen to see what it could do.  These trips usually focus on the Spicket River, but this time I went to the Merrimack.
Reflections in the River

As usual, February focused on the RPM Challenge. This year my saxophone came out of retirement.

In March I finally managed to get a few pictures of the night sky that only mostly sucked, as opposed to the normal total suck. This is the Moon, Venus, and Jupiter, all at once.
Moon Venus Jupiter

April brought us back to San Diego and I swear, each time we go there it gets harder and harder to come home.
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In May we brought the kids to Fenway Park. Dustin Pedroia and the Red Sox won the game, but went on to their worst season in 100,000 years.

June was very quiet, photography wise, but we did get another piano recital in the wonderful Nevins Library in Methuen.

In July we spent a week on Long Lake in Maine. I managed to accidentally take a few pictures that didn’t suck.

In August we spent a day wandering around Portsmouth, NH including Strawbery Banke.

In September we took the kids to see Rush. Now they know what I’ve been talking about all this time.
Rush on the opening night of the Clockwork Angels tour

In October we took the kids to Washington, DC and tried our best to see everything in the short time we were there.

In November I didn’t post a single picture taken with my D90. I did, however, learn that this existed and it made me feel a little better about the human race in general.

In December my wife and I ran off together to the mountains for a few days. It was wonderful to get away.

And there you have it. A brief synopsis of my 2012, in pictures. I could have posted hundreds of pictures. Maybe I will later on.