It suddenly got very hot and muggy here in Camberville. Luckily, my basement (which is where I work on jewelry) is at least 10 degrees cooler than our apartment. This evening, "jewelry is all I can think about" was an even more accurate statement than usual. My brain is like a Discworld troll's--hot weather, especially humid weather, reduces my mental capacity to "reading the internet is so... hard... but everything else is harder... ugh". I can feel myself getting smarter with every step down into the cool basement.

So I went to the basement and wrangled things instead of being an internet zombie this evening! This time I remembered to take pictures (though not always at the points that make for good narration).

Words and pictures this way! )
rivenwanderer: (Default)
( Jun. 9th, 2009 03:00 pm)
My dad sent me some pictures from when I lived in Nevada.

Kyle Prints 08 corr
More this way )
When talking to Susannah about the place Smokey had in my childhood mythos, the best comparison I could come up with was Santa. But even that isn't really accurate. Something interesting about growing up in my family was that I saw a lot of environmental public policy up close. There were Forest Service posters around the house with different types of messages, and my dad would talk about the way we were realizing that sometimes it was better to let small forest fires burn rather than allowing vegetation to build up to the point that fires could get really big and destructive. My dad's job was law enforcement, but he had done a lot of study and reading on resource management. Sometimes it's easy to forget that not everyone reflexively knows the definition of Wilderness Area, or immediately thinks "Take only pictures, leave only footprints" when they hear the phrase "Leave no trace".


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