back to work.

woodsly goodness,
oh my goodness!.
check it out.
some carpenters use a tool called a stud-finder;
i'm pretty sure i found one right here.
a tool, i mean.
hahahahahha.


speaking of the right tool for the job...
a little ear-protection never hurts when hanging out with me, for sure.
nice face, right?
yeah.
i snapped a little surprise shot of steve late yesterday.
after he surprised us with a quick visit,
just as we arrived back in the homeland of hottness.
we spanned a little time,
and hung out for dinner, an' that.

he became increasingly less impressed with my photography.
it turns out,
after months away from constant daily exposure to real-life documentarianism,
you kind of forget how 'all the way to eleven' it gets.
it's never quiet, and it's never soft, ya'll.
you already know how busy we get, gettin' it in up here....

on the topic of being underimpressed with things;
has anyone else been sick for weeks?
cold weather makes boogery bad times happen to healthy folks...
so going outside yesterday afternoon was a terrible idea for my sick self.
i feel like i'm enjoying all the best parts of kidney failure, emphysema, halitosis, indigestion,
and a few other, even less awesome ailments.
jeez,
i can't hardly wait to share this tasty phlegm-filled flotsam with all the open wounds i create on clients today.
every exhale is a chronic congested coughing fit waiting to wail a warcry of woe....
it figures,
i'm probably infected with a mountain-dwellin' zombie plague.
i won't even get a chance use all my hot fire armaments to hit them in the head.
because i'll be doing the facebiting.
great.

the mountaintops are covered in snow.
quietly soft, cold and gentle...