March 3, 2014
Colorado morning.
Miss that so much.

Colorado morning.

Miss that so much.

October 12, 2013
"Been talkin’ ‘bout the way things change
And my family lives in a different state
If you don’t know what to make of this
then we will not relate"

— Rivers and Roads — The Head and the Heart

June 23, 2013
In 1816, there was this crazy volcano in Indonesia. It made for a dark and unnaturally cool European summer, and lots of people unknowingly and thus quite naturally feared the worst.

Lord Byron, who was going through his own dark shit, wrote this poem about it.

My hometown is covered in forest fire smoke right now (it was just moving in, in the picture above). The town is not in any immediate danger of burning, and in fact the fires responsible for this current ash-mask are pretty far away. But it has provided something like a constant reminder of how we’re all about an arm’s length away from oblivion.

My dad’s words last night, post-Byron.

“This evening, I went outside and the sun was low in the sky and glowing softly orange. Everything smells like someone forgot to open the damper on the fireplace. The dogs’ water bowl was full of ashes this morning. And we are over a hundred miles from the West Fork fire, which I read is at 53,000 acres.”

(Photo by Jonathan Drake)

In 1816, there was this crazy volcano in Indonesia. It made for a dark and unnaturally cool European summer, and lots of people unknowingly and thus quite naturally feared the worst.

Lord Byron, who was going through his own dark shit, wrote this poem about it.

My hometown is covered in forest fire smoke right now (it was just moving in, in the picture above). The town is not in any immediate danger of burning, and in fact the fires responsible for this current ash-mask are pretty far away. But it has provided something like a constant reminder of how we’re all about an arm’s length away from oblivion.

My dad’s words last night, post-Byron.

“This evening, I went outside and the sun was low in the sky and glowing softly orange. Everything smells like someone forgot to open the damper on the fireplace. The dogs’ water bowl was full of ashes this morning. And we are over a hundred miles from the West Fork fire, which I read is at 53,000 acres.”

(Photo by Jonathan Drake)

May 21, 2013
Sundays with Sean

Every Sunday, my little brother calls to tell me about his soccer game.

His simple brilliance has been recorded and rearranged.

May 19

I was culpable for the second goal
I sliced my clearance into their striker.
It fell nicely. He couldn’t miss.
They scored. It was my fault.

Also, can you hear Ti?
He got his teeth cleaned, so he’s whining.
I’m trying to pet him to sleep.

December 30, 2012

June 24, 2012
Mucked out some stalls today. Good old fashioned Colorado business. Also, this guy says, “Haaaahh!”

Mucked out some stalls today. Good old fashioned Colorado business. Also, this guy says, “Haaaahh!”

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June 24, 2012
Also, made friends with the mama farm cat. I named her “Mama.”

Also, made friends with the mama farm cat. I named her “Mama.”

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June 21, 2012
Went to the courthouse today to get the marriage license and ran across these fantastic historically inspired murals in the rotunda.

Went to the courthouse today to get the marriage license and ran across these fantastic historically inspired murals in the rotunda.

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June 20, 2012
One night = best friends.

One night = best friends.

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July 29, 2011
This is where my sister got married. Aside from the homemade altar blowing over, it was pretty neat.

This is where my sister got married. Aside from the homemade altar blowing over, it was pretty neat.

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