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The 2012 RV Tour

For new readers to the site, or old readers who haven't been paying attention, I live in my small RV. I bought my first RV in 2007, and except for short term travel rentals, I haven't lived in a house or apartment or any other non-wheeled dwelling since then. This sounds rather extreme, but I honestly don't feel like I live in a car.

When I'm parked my RV feels like a small house, complete with all of the comforts of a stationary home. Of course, these niceties haven't come easily-- I've spent hundreds of hours working on my RV, coming up with new ideas and implementing them in the home depot parking lot. Because I actually live in this thing and the improvement process is ongoing, it's never possible to say that I'm done. That said-- I can't really imagine too much more that I can do to this thing. I only have one or two big ideas left, and no immediate plans to implement them.

Here's what's new this round:

1. Painted everything. For a long time I've been hesitant to paint the RV, because I worried that the paint wouldn't stick to the disgusting fake-wood walls. Luckily an all purpose primer did the job. My RV is only 20' long, but it took me fifteen hours to mask the whole interior, prime everything, and then layer on two coats of paint. It was the first time I'd ever painted anything, and most of the time was spent dealing with all of the weird little angles and protrusions. As I mention in the video, I was hoping to get a grey color, but somehow ended up with blue. I'm not entirely sure how that happened, but I do remember saying, "I'm sick of picking colors... let's do this one."

Mission 5, Part 2: We Now Return to Our Regularly Scheduled Program

On The Delightful Starfish

I continue learning to use the manual settings on my camera. I spent 10 minutes each day this week completely focused on nothing but photography. Often more than 10 minutes. I also turned my thoughts back to childhood, remembering all the times I spent watching my Dad use his camera and darkroom. I felt this might inspire me and offer my childlike fears some comfort, as you suggested, Leo.

As I've said, my father was a photographer for the United States Navy for over 20 years. After he retired from the Navy, I put all of his old black and white negatives in a storage box and placed them in the attic. That was 30 years ago. About five years ago, I pulled the box down from the attic.

Since that time, I have procrastinated sorting them all out because I knew it would require one or two full days of tedious work. This week, I finally sorted them. I spent all day Tuesday viewing the negatives over a light box and sorting them. It was like opening a time capsule.

Many of the negatives were official Navy photos such as ceremonial portraits and guided missile computer systems. Dad was also required to photograph tragedies like suicides and over-doses. I found several of those. An entire set was from the time he spent in photo school. I noticed that my father had a wonderful, artistic eye. Dad's work inspires me and helps subside my fears. He, too, had his time of fear and learning.

There were also tons of photos of me and my brother, as children. I’ve included one of those in this journal entry, below. This work helped get me in the mindset of comforting my childlike fears.

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