Et Cetera

1) Smoky, smoky, smoky. The wind is blowing smoke from the Dry Creek fire into town. It sucks. But my neighborhood seems okay. I didn't smell a thing amiss on my run this morning. There are some pretty cool photos in that article.

2) So the other day I was visiting my old home department on campus, when I literally stopped in my tracks at the sight of a luscious, enormous painting of a single flower:


Mesmerized, I walked up to it. The detail was incredible:


I recognized the name. The artist is my neighbor a mile down the road, in whose yard I'd been keeping a gallon jug of water for my Equinox training runs. She's quite well-known in the artist community, and beyond.

Look, her painting is almost indistunguishable from a photo: