Driving on country roads to my first meeting of the day, leaving before the sun is up, seeing grey clouds, with rose-tinted edges, wathing the sun light up the birtches. The forests are different here: darkest, deepest green, and bright, fluorescent yellow and orange birches and ash? aspen? It's incredible. The few maples that I see are like little bursts of red and purple fire. It's amazing.

The sky goes on forever, and every day I see things I want to paint.

There are deer in every forest. Sometimes I see them in the middle of town. It's so nice. Even just that connection to nature.