happy new years. i mean halloween.

Last night I was standing next to a campfire, drinking cheap champagne from the bottle, watching the sparks fly up to the stars.

Welcome this is a Farmhouse

So the only anecdote today worth blogging about didn't happen to me, it happened to Laura. I should write about it, though, since she didn't get a picture of the cop, meaning that the incident will not make it on to her blog, not falling into the whole "laura and camera" category, but I really don't think I could do justice to the brilliant story of Laura, in her Americorps sweatshirt, being reported as a suspicious person and there being not just one but two cop cars called in, because my cell phone reception was less than stellar and so I'm still a little unclear about the details of the prescription drugs being stolen from the mailboxes, which I think added to the ridiculousness of it all.

So instead I will post some more pictures. I could write another offensively run-on sentence, though, if you really wanted.
These are some pictures from the 40 mile bike ride that I went on Saturday where halfway down the bike path we ran across a random sculpture park that appeared to be someone's backyard but actually contained over 100 crazy sculptures.
















































And a farmhouse.

Driving Down the 101

cecil and camera

Some more pictures of 2209 Washington = approximately 3,000 words. Who says I'm not writing?

Look

My new place. Isn't it cute?