Vermont Studio Center rocked my world

Returning home from the VSC is a little like stumbling out of the exit door of a club at the end of the night: exchanging, in an instant, the noise, heat, thump and electricity of the dance floor for the cold, casual blankness of the late-night street. Sometimes the silence + space are a relief. This time, though, not so much. 

Next door (evening in Johnson, VT)