Even though I know it’s inevitable

Self Portrait of me and Sunny

As we get older, more people die. It’s just the way it is. It’s sad and sometimes awful, but after a proper mourning period we move on — or I should say, the sadness dissipates.

The subject is an important one, and most people don’t like talking about it. Death, that is. I have no problem chatting about it, and I encourage people to discuss their own mortality, and that of their loved ones.

Because we’re all going to die.

When my parents were dying, I learned so much. It’s quite a fascinating process. I even took a course in…

It’s a good thing

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When I was in fifth grade I wrote an essay about what I wanted to be when I grew up. I aspired to be a photographer — for National Geographic, specifically. Even then I knew it was a lofty goal, so I added “but I will probably end up taking pictures of babies and brides.”

And so it was.

Now I won’t bore you with the details of saving up my allowance to buy my first camera, or the hundreds of weddings I’ve shot over the years. …

And other household horrors

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It seems like a long time ago, early 2020. Like most people, I was stuck at home. Now I’m not complaining or anything — since I’m a solid introvert, and in a guilty survivor’s kind of way, I was loving life.

But it was weird not working 24/7. Yeah, all my side hustles dried up, and I didn’t even have to go into the office anymore to perform my soul-sapping day job. I could do it right from the comfort of my own couch, within Netflix-watching distance of the tube.

Sheesh, I had not been home this much in forever…

And it’s going to be the best one yet

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Last week I had dinner with a friend who is turning 60 next month. My 60th birthday is a couple months after his.

I told him that I hope to have 20 more good years — I mean, 80 is a pretty good run, no? Of course, I could drop dead tomorrow, or live to be 102 — you just don’t know. But statistically, I will live to be at least 80. I’ll err on the side of caution here, and be happy with that round number — and hope for another 20 years.

So when I reach my birthday…

But turns out to be the best thing ever

Fire at our campsite

Recently, I flew my city-dwelling self to Colorado where I was going to visit a friend. I was looking forward to seeing this beautiful state, since I had never been there for any extended period.

Part of the festivities included a trip to Crested Butte with my friend’s brand new, tricked-out camper. When I think of “camping” this is all I know — since I grew up with my parents who hauled us around the country with a trailer in tow. We had heat, running water, and electricity — all the comforts of home — even 50 years ago.


And other fun stuff

Composite of the Milky Way over Death Valley

A lot of planning went into this. I scheduled a trip out west around the new moon — when the sky is the darkest — with the intention of capturing the Milky Way. Beginning weeks beforehand, I researched what equipment I needed, and how to take the photos.

First, I bought the equipment. I read articles, watched YouTube videos, and talked with friends to find out what I needed. …

and I’ve got it bad

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I had to go downtown today. It’s not far, but it’s been a while since I’ve had a reason to go to this part of the city. It’s a few miles down the street. I can walk — both ways, if I’m feeling really ambitious.

I used to work right there by the Apple store, and sometimes I’d walk. I’d allow plenty of time since I would stop to take pictures, check Facebook, or read emails or texts. I enjoyed it, and the phone kept me company. I could share my thoughts and/or images as I trekked.

But today I…

And you probably aren’t either

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Earlier today, an article of mine was published. I listed all the books that helped me transform my life this year. I wrote about becoming vegan, and sober. There’s stuff about making money, and manifesting your dreams. Dang, you’d actually think I really had my shit together if you read that article.

But I don’t.

When I got a comment that said “Alcohol really is poison. Good for you that you decided to quit”, I knew I had to fess up. Oh, I know it’s a toxic substance, and when I consume it I feel like death the next day…

And the books that have helped me the most

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Yep, I survived 2020. Man, that was a year to remember, and hopefully forget. If I had a linear graph of my emotions during that time it would resemble a seismic seizure, where sometimes the lines cut right through the paper. It would have big ol’ burn marks in parts, and stains of blood and tears.

The year of social distancing and solitude brought up a lot of stuff. Before everything came to a grinding halt, I had been working 24/7. …

And you were right.

From the Mesquite Flats Sand Dunes at Death Valley — Photo by Linda Horton

It was more than 30 years ago. I don’t recall the circumstances, but I was in Las Vegas, along with my parents, my grown siblings, and their spouses. It was unusual to have everyone together like that, so perhaps we were celebrating some special occasion. I don’t remember.

Back then I liked gambling and partying and all the other hedonistic pleasures that Vegas has to offer. I suppose my siblings did too. My parents were not into those things, but they enjoyed having some good meals, and catching some shows.

The thing I do remember — distinctly — was the…

Linda Horton

Born a photographer, but prone to writing haiku on public transportation, or baking things. Death Doula in training. info@lindahortonphotography.com

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