Today I have another small regional portfolio day in Ridgefield.
This is a weird fiberglass sculpture outside the portfolio day site.
The weather has been beautiful: last year at this time, I was bundled up in coats and sweaters. This year, it's been unseasonably warm (higher 60s to low 70s) but the leaves are changing (beautiful shades of red and bright yellow, that seem to glow, especially on cloudy days. You don't get much of a fall in Baltimore: the leaves turn and then they fall off, but it's all about autumn in New England.
Look: Alyse (and Jess) sent me personal notes in my box request!
(Actually, I'm in Bloomfield Hills (Michigan, where Alyse is from, NEXT week, but better earlier than later. I'm going to have to check out that Cider Mill.)
When the box requests arrive, usually four medium boxes that are surprisingly heavy for their size, hotel staff either get confused because the boxes precede my stay, or are perplexed by the amount of packages. I guess most travelers have mere envelopes waiting for them.
"Well, I'm a college recruiter, and those are catalogs," I say, as if that means anything. Then they help me load my gear onto a luggage cart, and I steer it into the parking lot to fill my trunk with MICA materials. It really does feel like an ice cream truck for MICA publications: "Hey kids, check out MICA! We have 15 different flavors...I mean, majors!"
The soundtrack that would blast from the non-existent ice-cream-truck speakers would be Hilton Carter's music for "Evolution" or Ean MacNamara's piece for the Maryland Film Festival, since those are now branded into my brain.
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