How We Hang

For anyone who ever wondered how a writer and an artist/landscape architect spend their week nights, allow me to illuminate.

We both claim a spot and clikety-clack on our laptops. We smile over the tops of our silver Powerbooks and give each other a wink or a kissy-face or a random comment about the absolute awesome-ness of our Macs, but other than that, we are a pretty sad example of artists-gone-wild.

Once in a great while, we pose for pictures. Then we go back to work.