We Are But Dust In A Restless Wind

The wayward wind is a restless wind 

A restless wind that yearns to wander 

And he was born the next of kin 

The next of kin to the wayward wind…

"Nowhere Man," Catching Up…

I slept with a soundness beyond definition, camped in the swirling vortex of "The Wave." 

A Bowl of Fire for Breakfast

 Well, well, well… photos without snow! Trust me, I'm as pleased as you are.

The Bridge To Love

Not far from our house in Lovely Ouray, there is a trail that has a stairway that goes to a tunnel that leads to a bridge that crosses Box Canyon… 

Parting Shots

Though you can't tell by today's photos, my wardrobe is much the same. However, we traded Cold, Snow, Altitude and 2000 square feet, for (eventual) Warmth, Sun, Sea Level and 200 square feet. Yes, in the vernacular of Canned Heat, we are "back on the road again" in our "Magic Bus."

New Snow!

Our time in Lovely Ouray is down to days. A foot of new snow calls for Bobbie to "man" the shovel. As soon as she's finished her chores we can go out and play.

Hiking in a winter wonderland…

No matter the time of year, there is never a shortage to things to sink your eyes into around Lovely Ouray.

Uncommon Beauty

Our minds are like our stomaches; they are whetted by the change of food, and variety supplies both with fresh appetite. Quintilian