Bobbie's playing Gallery/Gift Shop Gal once again, working for friend's Tamara and Bruce on Main Street Ouray. I delivered a Scrap Cookie and coffee yesterday, to get her through the grueling six hour shift. Shown above are a few of her paintings. I'm still happily unemployed, but could use a break in the low-clouds weather so I can actually see the mountains we live in.
Seems El Nino's vortex is still hard at work, siphoning moisture from the Pacific and dumping it as snow all over Colorado. And this in spite of Punxsutawney Phil's prediction for an early spring. Ah, winter in the Rockies. The Old Man plays by a different set of rules. Gee, if only I hadn't sold my snowboard.
Facebook reminded me that this time last year I was already biking up Camp Bird Road, which pissed me off, FYI. Look how dry that gravel is, and no traffic!
So I've taken to looking at time-lapse photos of melting snow, even dusted off my watercolor brushes. Desperate Times call for Desperate Measures.
Another day in Paradise...