the picture game

(Two Dollars and Sixty cents to whoever can tell me where I took this picture.)


I wrote this two days ago, but it’s just making it to the magical web today:

Jan. 7-
I’m settling in to my nest. It’s been snowing since my arrival, which made it tough to get all my stuff from the car to the nest. The room is great, it feels like a tree house. My bed is lofted way up in the top of the house with a window that looks out on the mountain and valley. I live just off the bottom of Main Street on Woodside. You can’t miss the house because it’s the only one that’s lavender. My landlady is a very sweet woman and she keeps a beautiful home. Her late husband was an artist, so every wall space is covered. Sandy told me that he actually invented the “pop tent.” You know the one that sets up by it’s self when you toss it in the air? Bill Moss is his name for all you hiking buffs, she said. Needless to say, the house has character in every direction. Sandy has lived here for a number of years and she’s a chef, so the house always smells good.

I’ll have pictures up of the house soon, I promise. It’s not as easy as it was now that I don’t have internet. but the library is just down the road. Like I said, it hasn’t stopped snowing since I’ve been here, so I’ve been indoors building the nest. Work starts tomorrow, skiing should be great, winter is looking good.


You can never trap your ego for good, but you can get it into a small enough space where you can see it bounce around out of the corner of your eye, constantly. It never leaves the periphery of your vision, but you never stare quite straight at it.