My Last Post


I’m wrapping the blog up.

And you know, a part of me feels like I’ve “failed,” since I set out to do something “photoworthy” every day for a year, and quit about 1/3 of the way through. And while I originally thought this challenge would help me get out of the apartment and LIVE (which it did, sometimes), it really helped me better understand happy-moments, and personal growth, and that you need to work on it every day.

You can’t take a photo of an emotion. If I have a horrid day–the “mean reds”–and I function through it (accept the feeling and keep functioning versus drinking as I was making a habit of), that’s huge! It’s also not photoworthy.

So I stopped the daily challenge.

And then I promised a sporadic blog, filled with great activities here and there.

And then I moved to an apartment with no internet–and it’s incredibly perfect.

Being disconnected in my evenings and weekends is unbelievably GOOD for me. So, I’m giving up any posting on this blog. I appreciate every reader’s support, and tolerance for my quick unedited writing.

Here’s to happiness (and sadness, and the whole spectrum of human emotion); here’s to accepting oneself, striving for betterment (of all things), and to learning. That’s the biggin–I’ve learned so much.

If you DO want to stay connected, follow my twitter at @katyturner16 and/or my instagram at kturn283.


Spring Turkey Hunting

If someone asked me what my favorite things in the world are, I would answer

1.) Turkey Hunting

2.) Morel Mushroom Hunting

3.) Catfishing

4.) The Northwoods

5.) Tubing (behind a boat)

I don’t really know what my point was in sharing all that, but did you notice what number one is? TURKEY HUNTING!

I opted for the gun this season. And although it cut me down from an entire month, to just a week, I figured my odds of getting a bird was better. You see, I just started archery hunting this past fall (for deer). Every time a deer would come within range, I would forget how to raise a bow, how to draw back, how to aim. It was really unsettling.

With a gun, I don’t even think.

So, I chose to go with what I’m comfortable with until I put in a lot more time of archery practice (until it too is natural).



Every morning we got up at 3:45 in order to get on the land (and in the blind) a half hour before sunrise (which was 5:30). It was tiring. Especially since sunset was after 8:00, and I need more than seven hours of sleep to feel like I can walk through the woods without crunching.

Or pick up a box call without squeaking.

Or sneak through the woods to go to the bathroom without spooking a tom…whoops.


The mornings were beautiful though. I will always prefer a sunrise to a sunset.

The whippoorwill were whipping, the barred owls were asking for breakfast (who cooks for you?), and the spring peepers were peeping (ridiculously loud).








I was too cold, too hot, and sometime just right–but suddenly too sleepy. I hunted alone, I hunted with the pops, and I took enough photos of myself in the blind to be embarrassed (but apparently not embarrassed enough to point out).Image



I heard some coyotes (saw one of their kills), a red fox messed up one of my dad’s opportunities–chasing away an oncoming bird–and I heard a lot of gobbles the first day…but not so many the rest. The birds were pairing up, and the hens were laying eggs. Which meant the toms weren’t going too crazy. I suppose I could regret not taking one of the two jakes I saw the first day–but I don’t.




Because really, there is no such thing as an unsuccessful turkey hunt.

The woods are coming alive. Even if you aren’t seeing anything, or if you’re falling asleep too much, or if you’re not making a move when you need to–or making a move when you shouldn’t–you’re figuring something out.

And even if you berate, fixate, and/or curse at yourself or your thoughts, you have enough time to double back (maybe after a short nap), and you can forgive and figure out–grow, just like the plants around you.

If it wasn’t for turkey hunting, I’d probably still have a natural resource major (versus my changed english), be dating any knucklehead who came my way, give up on friends, and be unmanageably mourning for those who are lost.

*In memory of Jenny Cobb 5/3/11 ❤

Minnesota Sporting Journal

I’m anxiously awaiting the delivery of the newest “Minnesota Sporting Journal” issue. Before you see my excited gob holding up the hard-copy (since, no doubt, I will take photos), check out the winter issue here. It just became available to read online.

My article’s on page 13.


Book Reread: “What Happened to Goodbye”


Naturally, when I have a lot to do (hello–I have to pack for turkey hunting on Thursday!), I lay down and read.

I tried to work on a query letter for an article pitch, but I soon shut the laptop and succumbed to the camo-comforter, and finished reading “What Happened to Goodbye,” for the upteenth time.

I love Sarah Dessen books (seriously, all of them). I’ve always dreamed of having a huge library in my house, but I’ve newly been set on getting rid of books I don’t think I’ll reread. It may take me a bit longer to grow my archives, but just imagine a place where any title can be pulled and opened to a spot at random (if, for some reason I didn’t feel like starting again at the beginning), and enjoyed.

I’m a chronic rereader, and proud.


Crayon-Melt Art


Craft club anyone?

This month we took a crack at the ever so popular pinterest-heavy crayon art.

Thank gawd Elise brought an old sheet to put on the table. It takes a while for the crayons to heat up, but when they do, the wax goes a-flyin. It also moves in whatever direction it wants.


We really had no idea what to expect (except that we thought it would be easier!).

Bring out the lighter/candles, and we had a hybrid and annoying process.

Hello–how does one keep a candle lit with multiple blowdryers going?!


Beth and Elise went the “firework” route.



Krista had a hybrid process of candle-melting, and blow-dry spreading.

I wanted to take a stab at pointillism like these examples. I love drawing this way. Here’s a high school ink drawing of mine:


Only, it didn’t work–at all.



My inspiration was this.

Long after Elise and Beth left, I continued to work on this wax project, picking up the blow dryer and lighter in an attempt to salvage. After burnt thumbs and an oath to revisit later, I created this:


And of course Jillian came over after the other two gals left, and flipping made TWO great canvas’s in no time at all. Beth and Elise, you would be sick.



It was stressful. It was painful. But I NEED to keep working on that dumb thing until it’s as good as I can get it (or until I completely lose feeling in my thumbs).

Blog Revamp

So I’ve been thinking that this whole blog-a-day thing really sucks when I don’t have money to do anything real cool, quite often (as I originally planned). HELLO student loan payments. It makes me feel really guilty when I come home from work, and all I want to do is read, or do something I’ve already done this year (and would no longer be a “good” post)–no bueno. So, I’m switching things up. I’m still going to post “photoworthy” stuff, but it’s not going to be quite so regular (but hopefully it will be more “legit”). I’ll share happy-making Minnesota activities, but the 365 slices of bliss part is being dropped. I mean, let’s be honest…not every day can be “blissful” in an internet photo-posting sense.


Cool. Whew–I’m glad we did this.



Day 105: Watched Netflix (Sicky McPants)

Have you seen Parks and Recreation? I absolutely love it, except for the hunting episode that is completely cringe-worthy (but still worthy of a few laughs).

Well, I’ve been watching a few episodes since I’m home sick, or I should say: back home sick.

I thought I was ok this morning, but alas, after trying a few bites of food, and feeling like I was going to faint, I knew I should probably get back in bed.

That means I missed my social media workshop I was supposed to teach for work–bummer!