It’s funny the differences between how others see us and how we see ourselves… I tend to picture myself with my head in the clouds, off somewhere being unbearably creative, while my daughter apparently sees me with an iron in my hand. The reality lies somewhere between the two. While I do iron my fair share of needlework fabric, I’d never iron a shirt. And although I do stick my head into clouds sometimes, my creative side typically reveals itself at the kitchen table amidst the racket of daily life. This pic of me was taken a few years ago, at Sandia Peak in Albuquerque.