That Time of Year

It's that time of year where I come home covered in dust everyday. Feeling filthy, ready for a shower and a shampoo. Always a bit of laundry to do.

It's that time of year where I get various suntan lines all over because I forget to wear adequate sunblock and my neck and sleeve line is different from day to day. And the part in my hair leaves the top of my head fried. Ouch. (When am I finally going to get that hat!?)

It's that time of year where I live and work out of my car and eat on the go. So many miles, such random meals. 

It's that time of the year where I start sleeping closer to my projects just to have more time on site. (I am in a cabin now. I have a view of the lake and the elk on the wall has a view of me).

It's that time of year where my social life consists of contractors and clients; beautiful eves are spent more and more with plants and less and less with people. 

It's that time of year where I am constantly reminded why I love what I do - even amidst the constant wrestle of resolving design dilemmas. The kind of pain you love.

It's that time of year where there's a 25' tape attached at the hip. Constantly.

I rarely have photos of me working on site. This one was snapped by my sister who was helping me set out walls for a project with garden stakes and hot pink string. We decided to get a view of our progress from an interior loft and I was looking out the window to the landscape below when she took it.

I wouldn't mind a few more photos taken as the years pass on and I age with them. I probably only have 1 or 2 and I have been in the profession for 10 years now. Which is kind of a bummer (the 1 to 2 part, not the 10 years, 10 years!!). After all, it's that time of year where I completely dissolve into my craft, my obsession flares and flames again and...a few photos to document, "that time of year" (which lasts for 8 months), wouldn't be such a bad thing.