Hi, I'm still alive. Sorry for not being around so much these days. This dreary winter season has left me hungry for things to shoot, and by the time I get caught up around the house, the lack of available daylight discourages me from shooting. I try to remember what motivated me back when I never left the house without a camera over my arm. Or what made me abruptly pull over on the side of the road, for some reason unable to resist the way the sky was calling to me to be shot. I guess everything in life changes. Sometimes, for the better. How many of you have a really good friend, the kind you can count on for just about anything? The kind of friend that you think about 2-3 times a day, when doing absolutely nothing, and smile to yourself about something they have said or done? If you're lucky, you have one, maybe two of those people in your life.I can honestly say that I have a few, and I'm really grateful for all of them. But if you're really lucky, like I am, you have a Lorraine in your life. Lorraine and I met a million years ago, when we were young and crazy, and lived a wild life. Probably some of the best times in my life were spent doing absolutely nothing special at all with her and my sister, just laughing at things that wouldn't make sense to another soul. We would go to the beach everyday at 8a and stay until the sun was low in the sky, obsessed with being tan. I think I told this story a few months back, but its worth repeating. Lorraine and I lost track of each other, had a fight about something neither one of us can now remember. As much as I missed her over the years, wondered often where she was and what she was doing, life goes on, you get busy with grown up things, and although you never forget, other things seem to become more important. That's what happened to us. Until one day, my sister found Lorraine on Facebook, and within weeks we had all re-found each other. And when someone is that special to you, the things that drove you apart are no longer a memory in your head. And once we saw each other again after almost 17 years, or more, it was like nothing had changed. Our lives, of course, were very much different, but our friendship was exactly the same. Sometimes in life, you get a second chance, and I can't thank the universe enough for giving her back to me. I think we have both learned a really valuable lesson, and I think we both value our friendship a million times more than we even did back then. I found (re-found) Lorraine at one of the worst times in my life, just weeks after I had lost my grandmother. I truly believe that Nonnie sent her to me, knowing that I would need her again, now that she was gone. This past week, Lorraine and I returned to the easy days we remember as if they were only yesterday. We went to Aruba, to sit on the beach, once again baking in the sun, the way we used to. So comfortable with both laughing nonstop and laying for hours on end, in silence, as we watched the sun, once again, sink low in the sky. The days were filled with sun, frozen drinks, lots of laughs and most of all the closeness of a friendship that can not be found with just anyone. I love ya Puddin! Thanks for Aruba and mostly for being you.