This is me, just below the summit of Mt. Fuji, though I don't really know how close yet. (The smile is part relief and part hope.)

This is me, just below the summit of Mt. Fuji, though I don’t really know how close yet because of the fog. (The smile is part relief and part hope.)

My Fuji stick!

My Fuji stick! Which I lost at the train station in Sasebo and had returned to me because the people in Japan are wonderful.

Have you been wondering where I am? My blog posts have been fewer and farther apart and I have a reason: in my very little free time, I’ve been doing things other than blogging. I know. I miss you too.

My one-year anniversary of leaving Japan is almost here, and the knowledge of that has lit a fire under me to work on my photobook. Have you seen those yet? Photobooks are hardbound, full-colour, glossy books that contain your vacation photos. Or wedding photos. Or birthday party photos. Whatever you like. The software accepts as much text as you like, so you can narrate the photos. (You know I can’t resist talking about my photos.) Send all the edited software to the company on a disc, and they mail you a book in less than a week. It’s amazing.

Anyway, I did my very first photobook after our trip to Egypt, and I loved it so much I decided to do another for Japan. I started the next book while I was still in Japan, and worked diligently when I got back, around a year ago next week. I sorted and edited photos, designed and narrated page after page. I had completed about 50 pages when my computer died.

Like, totally and completely fried. I lost, not only all my photobook work, but all my photos since the last backup, which had been in July. In other words, I lost a little over two months’ worth of photos from Japan, during one of the most amazing adventures of my whole life. Can you believe the rotten luck?

I was so devastated, it took me a loooong time to mentally recover.

But I’m getting my spark back, and I have the heart to begin again, and sort through Japan photos, and edit, and begin designing pages once more. I even have a few of the photos I lost, since for some crazy reason, those are some of the only photos I decided to share on facebook.

Looking up at the endless switchback on red and black pumice gravel, and all the little huts offering to brand my stick so I can rest for two minutes.

Looking up at the endless switchbacks on red and black pumice gravel, and all the little huts offering to brand my stick so I can rest for two minutes.

I have not been posting much in September because I have been working on my Japan photobook. I’m up to 60 pages already! (Just the photos, not the words, which will take a long time I am sure) In case you’re thinking that 60 pages sounds like enough, well, it isn’t. I took over 2,000 photos in Japan. It’s going to take a lot more pages crammed with photos to get to all of it, even though I’m discarding most of them. (Considering this, should I be grateful that so many photos were lost then? ah, nope.)

Today I worked on my Fuji climb. You can read my blog post here if you’re interested, but if you aren’t, I’ve decided to post a couple of the photos that will go into the book.

Sign in one of the few actual toilets on Fuji. Most are pits, but this one used precious water, and cautioned me to use it sparingly.

Sign in one of the few actual toilets on Fuji. Most are pits, but this one used precious water, and cautioned me to use it sparingly.

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