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Dawn broke with a peach sky out the window of our rented vacation home. It was hard to convince myself to get out of bed at that hour but I did it anyway. Grabbed my camera and quietly stole from the house, leaving behind 15 sleeping family members. The pink was gone from the sky by the time I got to the field where the Steamboat Balloon Rodeo launched, but there were already hundreds of early risers there to witness the bloom of these inflated rainbows and their wondrous bouyancy.

Sometimes being alone in a crowd with my Nikon as a companion is the most comfortable place I can imagine. I don't have to talk. All I have to do is walk, look, listen, and click.



I remembered, in this little gift of a morning to myself, that the camera in my hands heightens my senses. This practice has taken a back seat to my other duties lately and to the busyness that snuffs out spontaneity and personal creation. Here, as a quiet observer in the midst of a carnival morning, I had the luxury of introversion and silence. Click.


Balloons are not precision aircraft. They are a primitive, if beautiful, means of defying the laws that bind us to earth. They were breathtaking in their sheer unlikeliness, up there in the mountain morning. In the silence between the click click click I toyed with the idea of bouyancy. Maybe it's simpler than it seems to float. Maybe there's room for this sensation in my life: quiet, expansive, and weightless. And maybe the simplest way will be the most beautiful.


Getting to Know You

236.365 20mm f3.8 1/250 ISO 200I had a great idea yesterday, that after Ezra's nap we would ride our bikes downtown to the Chalk Art Festival in Larimer Square.  Ez likes bike rides and chalk and sidewalks so I figured it would be perfect.  It was a beautiful afternoon and trailing Will and Ez on the Cherry Creek bike path is just one of those excellent Denver experiences that fills my heart up.  As we locked up our bikes and headed toward the smell of funnel cakes I allowed myself a moment of oh yay!  Look how much fun this is for a 2-year old!

And then we encountered this:

Now this is the kind of scene that makes me want to dive in.  But soon I was reminded that for Ez it has the opposite effect.  He didn't cry or whine.  Instead he just completely withdrew.  I could see his face become impassive.  Even the crocodile chalk art couldn't elicit an enthusiastic point or grin.  It was like he was willing himself to disappear from the crowd completely.

Oh right, my kid is an introvert.  For a moment there I forgot.  So we got back on our bikes and rode home, where he became delighted again very quickly.  But not before I had a chance to snap these.