On an arch in Utah.

I mentioned in my email last week that this month has been bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S.

Not in a tragic way, thank goodness, but in a many-things-on-fire-all-at-once way. It’s left me little time for play, and even less time for rest.

Last night, Greg shoved this photo (from our road trip last year) in my face, and it was exactly what I needed. (That, and some whiskey, The Americans, and a few minutes in my art journal before I collapsed into bed.)