day 65 A sliver of pink cut through brown, this was our view of sunset from up the hill. Neither of us thought much of the sleepy logging town when we first passed through. So it seemed, a town to connect you to the next, you could pick up a coffee or sandwich on your way farther east. The place and its folks had a way of warming up to you, cautious and steady, and over the years they began to say — How you been? He must be so much older now. . . and such. +++++ I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.