Okay. So things keep getting wackier. I didn’t know whether or not I’d admit this on “Down and Out,” but here it goes. In addition to camping and staying with friends, I have also been sleeping in an airplane hangar. I don’t want to write much about it at the moment (as this is a “Landscape” post, anyway). It’s probably illegal to sleep in an airplane hangar, and the fumes are starting to get to me. While the difficulties of living like this have started to make me edgy, I still see it frequently: the beauty all around.
Just in case you were wondering, autumn has officially arrived. On the first fall morning, I was walking out of the hangar at around 6:45 a.m., and I turned around to look at the sky. So cool–I just wanted to swim in it, that liquid gold:
And as I rounded the side of the hangar, the sun was just coming up, a big ball of orange setting the flatirons on fire.
The paychecks have started coming in, and I suppose that I could (or should) probably find a more permanent place to live. But when I have moments like these liquid-gold-flatirons-on-fire ones, I feel like things are okay just as they are.