October

Fort Bridger, Wyoming

Uinta Mountains from the window of flight 1228

Crawler

Morning fog

Overthrust from the plant

Bowling in the Valley

Turns out to be a spare

Light puppets

Ambush

Bear, Rose, Daisy, and Molly wait at the top of the stairs.

Cleaning the Floc Basins

So I've been hanging out at the bottom of this concrete pit- twenty feet down, where your breath is misty even when it's seventy degrees at the top- with a fire hose and a gigantic wooden squeegee, working with Jeff to stuff roughly a ton of septic black sludge down a sump drain just fourteen inches square. Once in a while I step on a leech or lean against one on a slimy wall, which makes them squirt smelly water. I wear oversized blue coveralls and yellow rubber steel-toed fireman's boots that weigh at least ten pounds, and the ladder is slippery, covered as it is with algae and silty slime. I get sweaty and chilled and sore, blistered and filthy and stiff in the joints, and my nose runs and my ponytail starts to frizz and I feel like I'll never smell nice again. And yet, I repeatedly catch myself thinking, this so beats a desk job.

Week in New England

Still nothing comprehensive written about the experience, but the photos are up.

A Walk in the Park

Radar

That is one. Big. Horse.

Bookends

Newsflash

His proud and happy mother reports that on Monday, October 2, 2006, Eric figured out how to crawl. Not that there's been a dull moment since Valentine's Day (and that, coincidentally, is a dual reference), but Bekah, you will know no peace until that kid turns 18- and you're going to love every minute of it. Thanks for sharing your amazing little boy.

Appeasement

Since I got home late Thursday night, I've endured/enjoyed a water treatment crisis, a quick visit from Mom, pressing Halloween preparations, and a dangerous deficiency of sleep. So to pacify the curious throngs, a set of stunning photos of New England will have to suffice until something comprehensive can be written up. Thank you.

Hancock Shaker Village, Pittsfield, MA

Covered bridge in Vermont

*Update: 2.4 people have pointed out how much this bridge resembles the one from which the Maitlands dove to their deaths in Beetlejuice. And no, that's not why I took a picture of it, although that is hysterical.

"Books you don't need in a place you can't find."

The Bookmill management appeals to your sense of loyalty.

Woogie

Marble Dam, North Adams, MA

The home of Marissa and Kate

New England Cemetery