Blue Sky

I just discovered a roll of film I somehow missed from our trip to southeastern Utah six months ago. Here's my favorite shot of the roll, from Hovenweep National Monument just over the Utah border in Colorado.

Fireball

Had you been at the astounding Red Rocks Amphitheater in Morrison, Colorado last Saturday night, you would have seen my poor rhythmless self, white-girl dancin’ on the front row to an old favorite band – Big Head Todd and the Monsters, and a new favorite - Grace Potter and the Nocturnals. Travis and I spent a too-quick weekend in and out of Boulder, hiking, shopping and that’s right, singing and woohoo-ing from front and center at Red Rocks. It was incredible! Grace Potter is Janis Joplin, Bonnie Raitt and a little Norah Jones all rolled into one heck of a fireball musician who told me as she signed my cd that she had glasses just like mine! She and her band are blues, rock and jam band all at once and you’ve just gotta listen to them. Visit the website and buy their music. You won’t regret it!

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Nothing to do with Red Rocks... Kayaking, Little Dell, Holga.

Miami. Rocks.

I wish life had signs as obvious as cairns. Scout’s Lookout, Zion N.P.


At a time in my life when everything seems to be just right, I've finally allowed myself to feel the one thing that’s not. I’ve been suppressing all emotion surrounding it for some time now and in the last two weeks, it’s all gurgled up and now I’m wallowing in it. It’s not a bad thing though. No, hopefully it will turn out to be a very good thing.

In a dream last night, I was in Miami with my friend at a big convention in a beautiful forest of pine, something Miami is surely not known for. As the convention came to a close, she suddenly shouted at the top of her lungs that I needed new braids. We’d been camping for a couple of days in Miami, and as is customary for me while camping, I had on a bandana and my hair was in two long braids. The convention’s speaker said ok and before I knew it, I was in a giant swing, swaying peacefully over the crowd, while my hair was being washed by my friend. It was a bizarre dream, one that was so odd even for me that I looked it up on the internet. I found that dreaming about braids signifies the forging of a new friendship and swings indicate something that could “swing” in my favor. Sounds kind of odd I’m sure, but if I were to go into detail, you’d see just how much this applies to me and her and hopefully, the 5 AM oddity that was my dream will prove truthful – the meaning, not the swingin’ over Miami – and that things will work out for us. If by some off chance you are reading this, I love you.

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