Or maybe we're just nuts.
That's me, on the left, photographed by Jonathan as we wait for a neighbor, who's been out riding a bicycle, to open the back door to the studio building. The drift was up above my knees, and the wind was howling. I think it was saying, "What the f*%# are you people doing here???"
A few more shots of the ride to choir rehearsal this morning at 9:00 am. Somebody remind me why I came back from Mexico?