So, since I can't show you pics, I thought I would share the last string of random ramblings that go through my soggy brain at the end of the day.
16 hrs ago I was in the desert wearing flipflops and I could honestly say that I hadn't ridden a bike in a decade. I just returned from a terrifyingly delightful experience which consisted of me barreling down a pitch black country highway in Wyoming on a bicycle. At least it had stopped snowing.
2 days with no television, internet, beer, or much human contact other than the 6pm communal dinner and I don't say much. when walking the half mile from my room to my studio this morning I felt pretty again. all bundled up in layers of sweaters, my favorite black and grey scarf, and my hiking boots that walked me to the bottom of the Grand Canyon. my backpack carries very important stuff; flashlight, ipod, camera, flipflops (I change my shoes when I get to my studio like Mr. Rogers would do). I consider it to be my briefcase. I feel like I am on my way to really accomplish something. best commute ever.