Jack Hietpas, O Pindo, Galicia, Spain: This is the view from the top of Mount Pindo, where I climbed to after work yesterday with two friends (fellow English teaching assistants.) In the center of the picture, at the end of that inlet, is Corcubión and Cee, where I live. After weeks of nonstop rain and gloom, we’re getting a badly-needed run of sunny weather this week.
Sarah Luther, Silver City, Milwaukee, WI: This was a particularly nice fall moment on my walk to work this past week. It feels like a whole world. Somewhere to get lost. I have been thinking a lot about bugs and other small creatures this summer after many of our trees were cut down for a construction project, and now this fall as the landscape changes.
Kate Miller, Manhasset, NY: Smashed a guitar shot a music video ate Korean barbecue saw old friends stop motion animation been home for over a week why is it so hard to leave the house? the city is scary and too loud and too crowded and too bright but I can’t see the stars at home either and I really really really miss having a cat in my lap and even compliments make me cry because this feels like a different sort of time warp? Maybe my body just doesn’t really understand how time works? Probably since my memory is really bad and the passage of time is confusing in my head and being in a transition period this big makes it even more confusing because I feel like an entirely different person but the only thing anyone can see that’s different is new metal in my face and a big tattoo on my back and a little one on my finger that I scratched off and everything feels way too familiar and I’m writing this out mostly because I feel numb and I know these feelings are in there somewhere and normally I would have big scream in your face feelings but they’re not doing that now and I sort of want them to because otherwise I just feel a little like a zombie. I need to go walk to a really big rock late at night.
So sorry for using this as a journal entry! I have no justification for doing so! It was kind of an accident. All my love to everyone <3
Gillian Waldo, Milwaukee, WI: On Thanksgiving Eve, the sky was ecstatic. I had things to take care of, but I ran across the street to the arboretum and stood in the parking lot to take in the last blush of the sunset. It felt hopeful.
Elm McKissick, Massachusetts: I’m not one for the traditional thanksgiving spread, so here’s the meal’s highlight (and the only thing that I contributed) — rolls!
Andrew Swant, Silver City, Milwaukee: We put in a new toilet this week! Once we had the old toilet removed I stuck my phone into the hole in the floor and took this beautiful photo. Looks like a cave or a subway tunnel. The hole in the right comes from our bathtub.
Amy Hietpas, Rogers Park, Chicago, IL: Discovered a tiny Sicilian street food cafe in Chicago this weekend - a few blocks from Anna’s. Amazing arancini. I loved this little lemon crowned woman.
Aditi Kapoor, Margate, UK: I’ve been getting a lot into seafood! Growing up in Delhi, I never had much but living in Dublin and London has really made me appreciate being by the water, and eating its little fruits. We recently went to Margate with my fellowship and me and my friend Felix escaped our trip to get a bunch of oysters. £1.5 each and they came with Tobasco and shallot vinegar. Sublime. Just so sensually delicious; not to forget the sounds of the waves crashing in the back as we were eating them. It was so beautiful. It’s really all about the simple pleasures of life.
Britany Gunderson, Caledon, ON, Canada: Mel and I are on a road trip and visited our friend Frani in Toronto. She took us to the farm she woofs at called Mount Wolfe Farm. It was a dreamy place, tucked away, with a rich generational history of women running the farm/property. I fell in love with it! We collected eggs from the chickens then made a meal together.
Melanie Holterman, ON, Canada: Brit and I were stopped at the Canadian boarder heading to Toronto, which is apparently unheard of by most Canadians. We aren’t sure what made us suspicious but they found pepper spray in the car, so Brit signed a receipt showing that the pepper spray would be confiscated and destroyed. It’s my first time in Canada so they said they’d go easy on us. Welcome to Canada!
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