Day 63: Macro

So it turns out if you arrive in Cuzco and feel lightheaded from the high altitude you simply knock back a little liquid cocaine. Ok not really. But you do drink Coco Tea which is made from Coco leaves, the raw ingredient for cocaine.

I didn't feel lightheaded but who can pass up an opportunity to drink legal cocaine tea? Not me.

So I did. Drink the tea that is. And as far as I can tell drinking that tea today is about as close as I'll ever get to doing crack. Which is closer than I ever thought I'd get. Life is full of surprises.

Like, for example, when 30 minutes later we arrived at a restaurant with more funk than stinky feet and right there on the menu, like a beacon of Peruvian hippie light, was Magic Mushroom soup. A clear direct message from the Andean Sun God to my non-druggie little head that TODAY IS THE DAY TO MAKE UP FOR ALL THAT CLEAN LIVING.

Who can argue with that? Again, not me. (There's a theme here in case you haven't noticed.)

So I ordered it. But right after I went directly to a Catholic cathedral so all-in-all I think the day was a wash.

Day 62: Macro

Ten hours until takeoff for my mission trip to Peru and one final pill to ingest beforehand. I'm vaccinated in full for Yellow Fever, Hepatitis A , Typhoid Fever, and Malaria pills are tucked safely in the suitcase. I wonder, perhaps such precautions will save me in the short-term but what adverse effect do these modern marvels have years down the road? I'm impressed nonetheless at the pure magic in medicine. Can't wrap my head around the genius of it all. Or genius of any sort for that matter.

Whatever the case, the shots and pills will ensure I survive to at least bring back a souvenir or two for those who've asked. Perhaps that's all that matters.

Stay tuned for "365 Photo Project Goes PERUVIAN!"

Day 61: Macro

Via for Peru, packed lovingly in my suitcase in quantities that outnumber my underwear. Priorities...

Day 60: Macro

Here is the promise of
Change
blowing across the way from where I live

A covert little leaf
Hidden in a sea of sameness
Yet boldly signaling
enthusiastically embracing
the wonder of transition.

Beckoning
Brilliant blue skies
mysterious golden mazes
Chilly intoxicating air
brisk outdoor walks
toasty indoors
Quiet nights
Crockpots magic
Apple cider
Good books and
a sense of
Wonder.

Day 59: Macro

I cheated on this photo. I took it last month in Seattle and it's not even a macro shot. So as far as the project goes, it's a complete poser. The other photos shun it.

Day 58: Macro

Once upon a time I burned my popcorn so badly that I wound up in Urgent Care. There's a story there. I'm not telling it.

Day 57: Macro

This tissue paper sits alone, by itself in the guest bedroom, on an otherwise empty shelf. No one here knows why. Or how it got there. Or when it'll be put to its intended use.

And that's the word on the tissue paper.