reflections

While visiting my mother in Maine,

 I took the opportunity to photograph

 some framed pictures of her parents.

Only when I got back to Boulder 

did I realize that I had failed to avoid reflections.

But, in this one of my grandmother,
 I was delighted to see 

that she's wearing the same gold bracelet

she gave to me when I graduated from high school.

The same one I've worn every day since.

By the way, that's Smokey sitting in her lap.

There were always several airedales in the house;

my mother says she remembers the cellar

smelled of wet airedales and bathtub gin during Prohibition.

Smokey ruled.

I come from a long line of dog lovers. 

catch of the day

I'm back.  I think.

Flying back this week from Maine took three days.
The last leg through Chicago took 24 hours,
while the other end of the whip
 thrashed Oklahoma.

There's no place like home.

a good egg

I realized I hadn't posted

 a picture of the actual egg.

And what a good egg it is.

This was taken within minutes of its arrival.

After the initial shock and awe,

mama sat on it,

 and it hasn't been seen much since.

Except for shift changes.

I think it's finally stopped snowing.
*fingers crossed*
Yay!

Hoping to find time this month to go home to see

Colin Page's solo show at Greenhut Gallery
in Portland.

look who's here

I don't know what this
looks like from the outside.

It's a cross-pollinated tweet of the first osprey egg laid.

I don't tweet, so

I probably laid an egg myself.

You should probably look for yourself.

http://www.bouldercounty.org/os/openspace/pages/ospreycamera.aspx

It's all happening now.