Some new pictures of my wanderings. I seriously believe that if I wasn’t here I would be hiding out from my life in my PJs under my comforter. Wyoming is a much better place to be, and far more beautiful that the underside of my down quilt.
Below is a picture of the infamous “rock pile” where if you hike up the hill you suddenly get cell phone reception. It has been imbued with a sense of magic by the residents here at Jentel.
Me saluting the hills with my hat and shadow:
A daily walkabout. In Wyoming there are fences and “implied” fences. You can’t jump fences (trespass) or walk through an implied fence which is gap in the fence where they may be a cattle gaurd or a just a spot where cows can pass to graze. I find this maddening for some reason.
The door to my studio from the inside. Most of the rooms are appointed with farm antiques.
As the yoga teacher of one of my fellow residents said, “your thoughts today are 95% the same as they were yesterday.” And will probably be 95% the same as they will be next year, as far as I can tell. And here I am, so tiny, still trying to find Orion’s belt in the lush night sky.