the dwelling of an artist

i finally got my bike fixed and it is ridin like a dream. yesterday i went on a glorious ride around the neighborhood i'm housesitting in. it's not really a neighborhood so much as a massive grid of dirt roads with a scattering of homes. i love the slv desert. so broad and barren.
i decided to take a little trip to my friend eric's house, only a mile or so away from my current gig. eric, unfortunately, was not at home but i snapped some 'roids anyway and am now posting them, unbeknownst to him:


eric built this home himself and in the process made a documentary that won some serious acclaim at the jacksonhole film festival.


eric's trailer, with mt.blanca in the background.