Out Of Doors In Vermont
At 2am, after driving 11 hours straight on a cold and thankfully snowless night, I arrived in Vermont to a sharp and loving sign on the door of my friend Dana’s house. Before going to bed with the front door unlocked, Dana had convinced her partner Victor to turn up the heat so that I “wouldn’t become a Katie popsicle.” Logistical kindnesses, plus the magic of Dana’s grandmother’s down quilt (go to bed chilly; wake up toasty) … I am indeed a lucky one.
Hard to believe it’s my final semester of grad school at Goddard, in Plainfield, VT. Some of you might even remember when I started, three years ago.
On campus, between preparing for my portfolio / thesis semester and keeping up with work for Turning Wheel, it’s been heavy on indoor and computer time. Grateful that the blog pushes me to get outside, even with my cold-wimp self.
Kloncke 
Nice pics. The blue shakes are cool. And is that a fence against a black background? And the pebbles in snow is frameable for sure. Thanks and good luck in classes.
wood shingles remind me of abalone peacock feathers. ;)
rock it out there in vermont lil’ sis! xo
i totally see peacock feathers in them, too!
tea and talks as soon as i get home, big sis. <3