My online journal sharing interests in photography, nature, coffee life, journaling, fountain pens, bicycling, spirituality and asking deep questions.
“It may be that when we no longer know what to do,
we have come to our real work
and when we no longer know which way to go,
we have begun our real journey.The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
Wendell Berry
The impeded stream is the one that sings.”
Took this while on the bus a couple days ago. Looks like he was using it as a handwarmer.
“With everything that has happened to you, you can either feel sorry for yourself or treat what has happened as a gift. Everything is either an opportunity to grow or an obstacle to keep you from growing. You get to choose.” Dr. Wayne W Dyer
A steady drizzle is falling this morning and the temperature is at 41 degrees. Tonight the low is expected in the high 30’s. Therefore I see the cold and rain as an opportunity and a justification for this mocha latte, as if I needed justification. It’s cold enough for many to be turning their furnaces on and some already have. When I arrived this morning at the Bean Cycle one of the bristas had his coat on. Yep, fall is upon us and I choose this opportunity to have a mocha and enjoy the gift.
Discovered this young lady on break outside the Behavioral Sciences building on campus. I shot this from my hip while walking. Not bad actually. Everything is still green out here but we sure are feeling the heat and noticing some leaves are changing colors.
I attended our first annual Loveland High School class of 1968 picnic yesterday. We had our 50th last fall so instead of having a big shindig every 5 or 10 years we will try to have these picnics on an annual basis. I’ve been to all my class reunions and find it good to connect with classmates, catch up on our lives, eat, and play a few old folks games. I was one of the quiet ones in school due to my insecurity. The passing of time and a better knowledge of who I am has changed that. Also, when we take the time to talk to classmates we were not close too, we can find out how insecure they were also, the tragic lives some lived but few knew about. I highly recommend going to them.
I am a man of solitude who enjoys and relishes the silence I find away from the crowds. Yet, I’m aware the journey through life is not to be traveled alone. There are times in life we will need to walk alone while at other times we will travel with others. Some of those travelers will be family, friends and some will be strangers. Some will share similar visions and dreams. Some will support us in times of need while at other times we will support them. My hope in this time of unrest that is we do not see one another as “other than” and erect walls. For when we’re free from the shackles of our fear of others we will not need to build walls.
“May we believe that as we create relationships with all of creation we are also in the act of creating our world.”
This is Annette’s latte art. Not too shabby!
Morning cappuccino and a cherry bostock at the Little Bird Bakery. Spoiling myself.
Awoke early, which is becoming way to common, 3:00 is just too early. Now at Bindles with one of their mochas that had my name on it. Sunrise was beautiful on my drive over here. Expecting to reach 70 degrees again today then back to cold and wet days. Could even see below freezing night temperatures.
Have been working on a couple of projects with my photography and my writing. One is a new photo book with a theme on Colorado horizons. I believe I’ve mentioned how many of my images are taken east of the mountains rather than in the mountains. I seem more attracted to wide open scenes of the eastern plains. So, I’ve begun a book with just horizons and will add some verbiage about my thoughts on horizons. This book is personal project for myself so one copy may be all I have printed.
The second project is also a book. This one is my recollection of the stories and experiences in my life to pass along to my children and grandchildren. The first page will have facts about me, dates and names and places. But, the rest of the book will be the facts and my fading memories of events blended into their own story. I want my children and grandchildren to read these stories of what I remember of my youth, how my parents raised me, those events that have made me who I am, how those events affected how I see and think of this world. I’m also including a few old photos of the past. I guess you can call it a legacy, an autobiography. Finding working on both of them fun and thus why I’m waking up throughout the might to write stuff down.