10.6.17

just how long can i keep singing the same old song

miah,
how can i send you a return letter?
xx
m*

4.25.17

 

date night date 

russ: "they'll never know that i'm wearing pajama pants and bat man slippers."

4.18.17

drinking on patio season

6.17.16

 

love. nest.

4.16.16

 

culinary institute 

stephanie and rowland sealed the deal.  what a gorgeous wedding it was!

12.14.16

snow globe

11.20.15

 

first snow

9.8.15

  

matching kayak blisters = love

7.26.15

backstage babes

this is jason and betsy.... our festival friends for the weekend.. and beyond!

7.25.15

biking day

i love living in colorado.  it's the best.

6.26.15

love wins

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”  ~Tennyson

12.28.14

walking in a winterwonderland

12.25.14

 

merry christmas to all!

10.7.14

 

ok guys.

9.24.14

i mean...

9.16.14

birdie day

After dashing all of Russ's hopes about getting a cat, making it very clear that we WERE NOT GETTING ONE, I snuck to the Humane Society today and surprised him by bringing home the  newest member of our family... Birdie.  Heeheeheehee.

Some of you will notice that yes, she looks just like my old cat Chai.  She is also a Russian Blue, which I am partial to because they are so loving and gorgeous.  I saw her on the website and impulsively adopted her, knowing that the chances of finding one of this breed for this cheap (free) AND saving her from shelter hell were very low.  Even the nicest shelters are not happy homes for animals.  If you decide to surprise your significant other with a pet I urge you to rescue one!

8.13.14

happy 20 months!

already looking forward to two years. xx

7.5.14

samatvamasana

We didn't really do much on the 4th so to celebrate America's (belated) birthday we headed to the mountains, hiking to Fern Lake and Lake Odessa.  It was a really beautiful morning.  I'm posting more than just one photo! 

"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains.  You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow.  They smelled of moss in your hand.  Polished and muscular and torsional.  On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming.  Maps and mazes.  Of a thing which could not be put back.  Not be made right again.  In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."

~ Cormac McCarthy

6.23.14

 

ritualsy

good morning new home!

6.14.14

rollinsville pass

it's summer in the lowlands but it's still spring in the mountains.