I end up traveling for work quite a bit (on the weekdays, guys, don’t worry!) and often find myself with big chunks of time to explore my surrounds. Orlando was no exception and this time I had a car! So I headed out, at the suggestion of my lovely aunt and uncle, to the place they call Gatorland.
A series of unfortunate events, on top of the cold weather we always have this time of year, has prevented me from getting out and taking pictures. I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately and I asked my husband what he thought might be the problem. “Well, you haven’t photographed anything in a while,” he said. But that can’t possibly be the issue, could it?
Some books are brilliant in their own merit – funny, thoughtful, fascinating. Other books are very difficult to judge objectively because they are so important to you or someone you love. I fear I may be falling into the latter category here with Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman!, the first in a series of short, playful autobiographies by the Nobel-prize-winning physicist Richard Feynman. Then again, it’s exactly the kind of book that pushes my buttons and gives me that insatiable itch for adventure. I must, in the end, enthusiastically endorse this book.