Some pictures of nature

Today I decided to walk to school on the river path, which is um a path that follows the river along the south side of town.  It's pretty much the exact same distance, but instead of walking on Main Street (which is great and all but I know all the store fronts by heart PLUS this weekend is the Blues&Brews Festival so Telluride is crawling with people walking around in hiking boots and day packs even though all they are doing as far as I know is walking from their hotel rooms to the park to go taste exotic beers and listen to WillieNelson, so I don't know where the trekking gear comes in necessary?) so ANYWAY I don't remember what was going on before that parenthesis business, but the thing is, I walked along the pretty path instead of the boring crowded street and it was SO PRETTY so I took some pictures as PROOF.  

And it is good that I took the tranquil nature walk to and from class today because class itself was a BEAST.  Which is to say, it was leather covering day, and I don't understand how one half hour's worth of work can be so DRAINING but it IS.  Seriously I was falling over by the time I finally nestled that leather-bound sucker into a little blotter-and-boards-and-weights  sandwich and luckily it was already 5ish so it was okay to leave. I had big plans to sand Book#3 and do headbands form Book#2 but for reals I just sat there at my bench for a solid 10 minutes just staring at them until finally I admitted defeat and just went home.  I'm sort of bummed cuz I expected to get more done today, but it's not like there was much I could really do.  I'm excited to get to sleep in tomorrow!  The cleaning lady is in the studio in the morning, so there is a double excuse to take it easy for the morning and just have a good time with all this.  Then hopefully in the afternoon I'll get Book#3 sanded and Book #2 headbanded, and perchance even figure out what the deal is going to be with Book#4....
Oh I meant to mention, the freaking best thing in my life right now: This AMAZING Book I got from the Free Box!!  I packed really light flying out here so I only had space to bring like 3 books to read, which for some reason I thought would be enough even though it CLEARLY is not, so I have been haunting the Free Box everyday scoping out the book selection, hoping interesting things will turn up.  In this case, the Free Box has truly done me a solid.  Not only have I found copies of such tried and true classics as The Fellowship of the Ring and The Book Thief (I know! Such good luck!!) I ALSO stumbled upon a previously unheard of gem with the ridiculously unprepossessing title of "Tregaron's Daughter." I grabbed it because the title font and picture looked like it was published in the 70s (it was) and the blurb on the front said it was "A novel of romantic suspense." Well, if I ever meet the Alternate Reality Version of Katy who can turn down a book like that, I will punch her in the face.  Honestly, I was only hoping for like a third-rate Mary Stewart/Victoria Holt/Georgette Heyer knock off.  And was I ever surprised--it turns out to be a FIRST rate MS/VH/GH knock off!!  BRILLIANT.  Seriously, I have rarely been so pleasantly surprised and entertained.  A tidbit to prove that it is awesome: The obviously-the-hero-but-gothically-tricked-out-because-true-love-is-DANGEROUS character?  His name is Lucian.  Which the heroine is quick to mentally point out is sort of close to LUCIFER.  What is so Satanic about him? HIS EYEBROWS.  I am not shizzing you.  Homeboy has satanically slanting eyebrows, and it is important that we note that every time he comes into the room.  Also, he is a social outcast because people SAY he was a coward in the Boer War but I think it is all a misunderstanding and that he is secretly super brave! Furthermore, I think the REAL bad guy is the pseudo-adopted brother who is so ANGELIC of feature but has inexplicable exotic statues in his bedroom and was sent down from Oxford MYSTERIOUSLY and keeps trying to CLUMSILY say how Lucian is crazy evil.  No Robert, YOU are crazy evil!  But I will gladly wait another hundred pages before we are all willing to admit that out loud.