Travel
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The Great American Eclipse
It took two-and-a-half hours, but we finally escaped Glendo State Park. We had driven along these same roads not 12 hours earlier, at 4:30 a.m., heading in the opposite direction. Surrounded by many other enterprising souls, we had crawled along the unfamiliar dirt road, the deep darkness of the pre-sunrise night enveloping us all, making the journey eerie. Somehow even forbidden. If I hadn’t myself just handed over our paltry park entrance fee to the booth attendant, and didn’t at that moment still clutch the park-issued map in hand, I would think we were trespassing into territory uncharted. With all of our ghostly headlights reflecting back on us in the…
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Devil’s Thumb Ranch
I had to go back into the archives for this one, my friends. Way back. One and one-half years back to be precise. I thought perhaps I had shared this before on my former photo blog, but it turns out I didn’t. Compelling narrative, no? I should probably write a memoir. The weather is getting warmer and I swear that summer will be arriving soon. Despite the fact that snow has been falling all day long (no….stop….leave us alone…), I am certain we are within reach of those long summer days full of sandals, mountains, outdoor grilling and more. With all this summer longing positively driving my every waking thought, I decided to…
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footsteps through Atlanta
We stood on an unassuming street in Atlanta, Georgia. The small, old-fashioned looking houses standing in neat rows across the street suggested modest living. Simple. A woman with a backpack walked out her front door a few homes up and sped down the way, seemingly not seeing anything that was around her as she peered ahead to her day and her tasks. A car pulled up and parked across the street from where I stood. Five individuals jumped out and pointed their cell phones and small, point-and-shoot cameras in my direction. I quickly skirted down the concrete steps I stood upon, and out of their respective shots and selfies. After all, they weren’t there…
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Washington, D.C.
So…..October happened. As did the election. [insert whatever emotional response you need here. it’s a safe space. go ahead.] And now we are more than halfway through November and every day it gets closer and closer to being completely dark outside by 4:30 p.m. However, we are also less than one week away from Thanksgiving, so things are looking up. Many words regarding the past 45 days our nation has weathered will be written in the months and years and decades ahead. I may well have some to share myself one day. But for now, here’s a little visual recap, perhaps a slightly poignant one, from our early October trip…
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Video: MTNS and OCNS
It has been a bit of a week. On top of it being a bit of a summer. On top of a year. I know we are all feeling this in some way in our own lives. So last week when I followed Dan out to Oregon, I told him I simply had to visit the Oregon coast or there would be certain mutiny on his hands. (He was out there covering the Olympic track and field trials for the Denver Post; I was there because, at that point, he had been gone for three of the past four weeks and I was tired of being in separate time zones.)…
