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Unfulfilled journeys will all too soon lay at tired feet. If not now, when ?

Header Photo: Far right: Bobbie doing her best "Kokopelli Dance" impression after viewing the Procession Panel on Cedar Mesa. Far left: Campmates Erik and Maureen .

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Moving On...



Lovely Ouray was blessed with a good rain last night, ushered in by a cool front that dropped temperatures. I see fresh snow on Mount Abrams and the ridge line above the Amphitheater this morning, and a blanket of clouds spilling over the south end of town, wrapping it in mist and fog. Bobbie's recently planted deck flowers are speckled with raindrops, miniature crystal balls that shimmer and glisten and satiate thirst in a normally dry land. It is a lovely beginning to the day here in Lovely Ouray.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Crucifixion and Column


Stations of the Cross reside on the manicured grounds and gardens surrounding Saint Elizabeth's Church in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. It took five Italian sculptors forty days per station to complete each one of these emotive scenes that depict the story of Christ's crucifixion. 

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

To Engage or Disengage: Embracing The Third Chapter Of Our Lives


"There are sounds which shatter the staleness of lives, transporting the shadows into the dreams." Nikki Giovanni

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Following New Dreams and Old Footsteps: Finding The Balance Between Home and Road




We have been getting out, hiking, biking, and strolling Lovely Ouray's trails and lanes. It's a good feeling when Spring is packing up her bags and Summer is on the doorstep. Our mountain bikes have been getting a lot of use these past few weeks. We ride to Ridgway and beyond, on rural county backroads that hem and haw through valley pastures...greening and growing under dumb cows who know only to eat and shit, eat and shit. 

Monday, May 6, 2013

A Rainy Day Muse, and Scrap Book Shots From The Artful RV Adventure


It's a beautiful day to reminisce in Lovely Ouray. Spring sprinkles. Droplets of rain cling to the Imax Windows of Mine Shack Number Two, uncertain of their fate.