I visited NH last weekend to find my sweet summer studio temporarily transformed into a hunting lodge. I took a great photo of my dad on his way out into the woods. His outfit is carefully chosen and not your stereotypical camouflage bonanza. We're talking refined. Classy. I don't have the heart to post it though because the sight of that rifle makes me uneasy. It's a contradiction, but I fully support my dad's interest and skill as a hunter. I just can't think too much about the animals being killed and the violence associated with these tools. As years go by, hunting is becoming a dying trade. According to my dad, more and more land is posted and the next generation isn't participating. Not to get all gendered or anything but if I had a son I'd encourage him to get out into those woods. It's part of my family's history, tradition and ritual.

My dad posted a set of lists and dates on the walls of the studio/lodge. Looking at his plans, it made me appreciate that he only has six or so weeks each year to hunt. During these six weeks, it's all he does really. He still goes to work -- but he gets up insanely early to hunt before the day begins and he heads out again as the sun sets. Every weekend is occupied and we all respect it. I'd like those parameters/boundaries as it pertains to getting into my own studio. I suppose I have the summer for that....but man, the summer's so far away.