Separating Wheat from Chaff

Ever have I felt the preciousness of time. Sounds like an old-fashioned way to say it, but it's the only way for me to communicate the intensity I feel about the passage of my life. I remember once, when I was a child, someone telling me that time went by faster as you got older. I cried, because I already felt that time passed too quickly. When I catch myself wishing away time, say, to arrive at the day of a vacation, or to pass through some unpleasant task faster, I feel accompanying guilt, careful of what I'm wishing for. Now, the value of time translates most acutely in how I want to spend it. Doing what I most want to do. Spending as much of it with family and friends, the most precious use of all. Perhaps this lies at the root of why I never tolerated a corporate job for long. So much wasted time!

Remember when I crashed my car in February? Last week I returned to the scene. Here is a photo essay of the experience. The story is told in the captions.

And, more pics from my Spokane trip.