Jun 20, 2017
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Jun 15, 2017
6.10.17
We took a drive to the top of the world to capture some portraits of Russ. Trail Ridge Road was open and absolutely spectacular. We drove from 90+ degree weather in the plains to 50 degree weather on the peaks. It literally felt like entering another planet. A really beautiful planet.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 10, 2017
6.7.17
"So
even if the hot loneliness is there, and for 1.6 seconds we sit with
that restlessness when yesterday we couldn't sit for even one, that's
the journey of the warrior." - Pena Chodron.
Jun 9, 2017
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Jun 7, 2017
6.1.17
today was the final day of class at intercambio. i had such a rewarding time with these students over the past two months. what a cool experience.
Jun 6, 2017
5.30.17
this book made me feel weird, uncomfortable, filled with dread. the whole time i couldn't figure out who the target audience was, the writing wasn't masterful, some of the plot lines were just bizarre and it contained the worst romantic storylines possible. yet, i couldn't put it down.
Jun 5, 2017
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May 19, 2017
5.18.17
so uh.. as i was saying.. about the weather....
last night during the unexpected, giant hailstorm, russ and i rushed outside to throw blankets and buckets over all the seedlings as ice stones the size of quarters ripped through foliage, battered us and lightning cracked directly overhead. i was wearing a laundry basket on my head but russ rushed out unarmored and came back into the house peppered with red welts on his shoulders and back.
however, the garden was covered when the snow started. happy may!
last night during the unexpected, giant hailstorm, russ and i rushed outside to throw blankets and buckets over all the seedlings as ice stones the size of quarters ripped through foliage, battered us and lightning cracked directly overhead. i was wearing a laundry basket on my head but russ rushed out unarmored and came back into the house peppered with red welts on his shoulders and back.
however, the garden was covered when the snow started. happy may!
May 18, 2017
May 17, 2017
5.16.17
The plains lay flat and open under the reckless weather. Storms can be seen for miles, hours before they arrive. At night, in the distance, the sky dances with the on off flicker of lightning, you can't even hear the thunder. Sometimes the wind blows relentlessly and violently, ripping off tree limbs, bashing down fences, even toppling construction; nothing in it's path to slow it, no obstacle to it's vengeance as it scours this flat open space. In a day, all seasons may occur; snow, sleet, rain, blazing sun. Hail the size of eggs pummels, bruises and breaks us, always right after I've planted a garden. Don't become attached to anything, everything uncovered, unprotected and at the mercy of the weather.
Mostly the sky puts on a show, compensating for the baked earth and it's featureless flatness. That flatness broken only by the line of mountains rising in the west, an abrupt end to the level land. Everyday the sky rolls out her best; towers of clouds, fanned with wisps, framed by haze, saturated with an undercoating of purple and blue. Evenings are electric in oranges, yellows, purples, pinks, reds, or pastels of lilac, teal and coral; every color is painted on the sky. The sky. The bluest possible sky.
I love cities and their skylines, full of spires and sparkles and lines and windows into other lives. But this sky suits my soul, here in the wide open, given room to breathe.
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