I wrote an essay to go with these last night, describing the parade of small indignities that happened while I was in transit, crossing SEVERAL MOUNTAIN RANGES in the time it took to watch a couple movies, but I decided I’ll just keep those to myself. Who cares? I’m here, the thing I was here for went fine today, and I’ve got a week to hang out.
Dad was looking at my blog earlier today and he thought there weren’t enough landscapes. I felt OK about that, but also I don’t just take photos of people, so here. A bunch of photos of not-people.
