Where to begin? I guess I'll begin with now. Julia and I have been in Santa Fe, New Mexico for a week, after driving across the US for two. We are homeful, hopeful, she is jobful, and I am jobless. That, I hope, will soon change. Jeremy's jumping job jubilee has begun, and I hope to work for a renewable energy company. We shall see.
We found a sweet little house in the country 30 minutes from Santa Fe. We were debating the pros and cons of rural living and decided that the peaceful forest here is worth the daily commute. The house is just a couple years old but its rusty exterior gives it an old western feel, which quite appeals to us. So I figured a sepia picture is appropriate.
The loft contains big east facing windows, so the sunrise greets us with full force each day. The early light casts a beautiful golden sillhouette on the opposite wall.
Julia's cat Honey is a real honey bunny.
It rains alot in July and August, but otherwise it is quite dry and clear here. With little human night light, the stars and moon are vivid. Another oft-forgot but great joy of country living.
