Santa Fe. Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Santa Fe.

I guess Monday night is just as good a night as any night to get drunk and play out of tune Bob Dylan songs by myself in my room.

It is getting darker earlier. Pretty soon, I will get to work and the sun will not be over the east bay and I will be robbed of scenes like this.

take a hike

Too loud for the crowd.

sweet tooth nelson from spencer keeton cunningham on Vimeo.

Spencer Keeton Cunningham made a beautiful short movie about my friend, Brett .

(You can get his music here.)

I get down while trying to balance working hard all the time and not doing anything. I am learning to not let my money-making job become a weight to my mood, and my satisfaction is coming from the amount of work I am doing for myself. And I am lucky enough to say I don't have to look to billboards or literature for inspiration. I let my friends' accomplishments help with that.

We all should earn our life in some way or another.

During my first week of work, I had to drive to the set to get some work-related documents signed. It turns out that set was about 40 miles away in the hills somewhere north of San Francisco. On the way back, I decided to pull over and quickly take two pictures - one in each direction - from the side of the road. California mountains are different than upstate South Carolina mountains. Neither is necessarily prettier, but these are so new to me.