the prize winning photos

as an new york city dwelling singleton, of a certain age, i'm used to surviving, thriving and even driving in a concrete jungle (look ma, no hands!), so as one imagines, being confined behind the 'rents in the goat-cart, or covered wagon if you will, disguised as vacation, added to the extreme dry heat of wyoming (which is only to be enjoyed more if you're staying in tin lizzy with no air conditionning) and very little hope of a breeze, i can verify that not a single one of us would have survived the first leg of western expansion as settlers. heck, truth be told, i honestly wouldn't have ever seen the 'rents again probably, since the journey from new york city to new jersey, at a mere 58 miles door to door, is more than i can handle in an air conditionned commuter bus for the 2 plus hours it takes.

is it any wonder that we all fell for Mona's ruse of a photo contest? it did get us outside, and by us, i really mean me. after all, with the chance to stumble onto a rattle snake at any time, be attacked by large, viscious and too-many-legged bugs at any time, provide a home and launching pad for vermin at any time...i think wyoming really does offer something for everyone....

the equality state? you betcha! doesn't matter if you were cowboy, cowgirl, cowpatty or undecided -- you're fair and equal game for anything that can bite you, sting you, burn you, crawl on you or just scare the wits out of you without a word (read that silent but beady eyes).