The Art of Chris Froelich

Well, I received my first official written offer. I had seven interviews and I felt really good about six of them. The one that went bad...Walgreens. That was surprising and disappointing because I have been counting on an offer from Walgreens in Wenatchee for the last couple years. Also, it was my first interview so my internal dialog went right down the crapper. But the interviews kept getting progressively better and by my last interview things were looking up. I expected someone to set the hook, but not within a couple of days. My first official offer is from a highly reputable national chain in Carson City, NV. Carson City is the closest (big) city to Lake Tahoe and the Desolation Wilderness. My commute limit is 20 minutes. That means a 30 minute drive to Heavenly and 15 minutes to the lake. I have to admit that Carson City was not my first choice, but not because it isn't awesome. Mostly because there never seems to be openings close to Tahoe, so I never really looked in

Not knowing where we will be next year is starting to take its toll. On me, on my family, probably on my performance at work.  I obsess about it. "Where do we want to live?" I have my list. My goal is to find a community that maximizes the number of things on that list. Polly has a list, but it is much shorter, or contains secret elements that I don't know. Her list, as far as I can tell is: 1. Access to grandbabies. 2. Church members in adequate numbers that we don't practice our faith on an island, or in a fishbowl. That is a short list. My list is more complicated. It has lots of items, and the those items change in relative importance as the seasons of the year, and my life, change. I like the outdoors- that has always been and will always be true. I find that I get depressed fairly quickly if my senses are deprived of the outdoors. The sound of the wind through the trees, the smell of woodsmoke and pine, the simultaneous sensation of a warm sun on my bac

Around Missoula I had big plans. Peak autumn color in Jackson WY is usually the last week in September or first week in October, so I arranged a three day weekend to bask in the grandeur of the Tetons. I would drive home through Yellowstone and capture bison challenging each other for dominance of the heard. But alas, plans don't always work out, especially when you plan in a vacuum. I did use the weekend to toole around the local area to get in a quick fix.  An old barn in the Mission Valley. I love old barns. This winter, when the Mission Range is snow covered I am going to come back with a large format camera and Fuji Velvia and take panoramas from this spot at sunset. I'm so excited. This is an old bridge that burned down a long time ago. I don't know why this looks do dark on Blogger. It looks really cool on my monitor before I upload it.   Some cows enjoying the good life in the warm October sun down in the Bitterroot. Sometimes I miss my Dad even