Bridge over the Little Piney Creek:
The Artist Residence:
Fields and mountains and fields:
Piney Creek at Dusk
I have been in Wyoming for two days now and I know a lot of people are wondering what it is like. First of all, it is gorgeous. On my ride from the airport to Jentel there was lightning off in the distance, one side of the land bright and sunny and the other half cloudy and ready to pour.
Most people would pray for good weather. I am rooting for as many storms as possible. The weather in Los Angeles almost makes me feel like I am in some sort of plastic purgatory of sun.
The house here is beautiful, like a resort, with a thousand acres for us to wander around in. One resident found petrified trees, entire chunks sticking up out of the ground. There are also shells from when this land used to be a sea. Perhaps in the Jurassic. They are very odd, obviously fossils but they look so new, as if they were pulled off the beach yesterday.
White tailed deer. Rabbits. Grasshoppers. Cicadas even during the daytime. Moths everywhere. A gray cat called gray kitty who I gave some chicken to last night. The stars in a perfect dome.
I have only taken one very short hike around the property. I am waiting for dusk, my favorite time when the light is mellow and it starts to chill.
Neltje is our benefactor, and her paintings are hung throughout the house. In my room I have a Neltje. She designed and decorated the house and outbuildings. There are “neltjisms” around, whimsical signs, jokes around the land. Jentel is an anagram of her name. She might come for a game of scrabble.
Alright, well back to the drawing board for me. If anyone would like a letter (my cell phone doesn’t work here unless I hike up a hill and stand next to a pile of rocks) send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org with your address.