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Instrument of Beauty

361.365 50mm (+12mm mac tube) f2 1/60 ISO 400The first night I met my husband he played Friend of the Devil on guitar and I was smitten.  Completely, utterly hooked.  (Looking back, perhaps I should have seen it as a bit of a warning too, but all's well that ends well, right?)

We have been married for five years now so obviously he doesn't play guitar for me much anymore.  His good guitar has been at a friend's house for about six months now but it finally came back to us this week.  Yesterday I was just admiring how gorgeous this instrument is.

That's not even to speak of the beautiful sounds that come out of this guitar.  I may just have to prevail upon him to pretend for a moment that he still wants to impress me and play.  My birthday's this week, so he couldn't possibly say no, right?


Rain, A Study

338.365 110mm f4.5 1/80 ISO 200Last week was a box that held many things for me to sift through, including more frustration and annoyance than I am usually faced with. 

I felt stuck.



339.365 50mm (+12mm mac tube) f2.8 1/160 ISO 200So yeah, that's not fun.

But I had some good distractions this weekend, and some small kindnesses showered down on me.  I think I've hit refresh.

Deep breath.

Dive in.


340.365 50mm (+12mm mac tube) f2.8 1/500 ISO 200


Things That Are Not Interesting

There are things which are not interesting to talk about.  Like how busy you are.  Or how, after being yanked out of your semi-organized life to go to New Jersey for a work trip, all the precariously fit-together trappings of your routine - like your morning runs, or your nightly blogging - take a while to fit again.  Or that's the story I tell myself.

326.365 26mm f5 1/50 ISO 200It is possible, likely even, that you are witnessing a demonstration of one of my least favorite things about myself: difficulty finishing things.  It doesn't matter whether those things are going well or not.  In fact, it seems the better they are going the less likely I am to put a graceful button on them.  (See also: last year's half-marathon, my unfulfilled intention to return to Burning Man this year, the myriad almost-completely-used bottles and tubes of expensive skin or haire care products on my bathroom shelf, etc. etc. etc.)  It is not a charming characteristic.

Also it is probably not interesting, unless you are my shrink or my mother.  If you are my mother you probably want to have a coaching session with me after you read this.

327.365 35mm (+12mm mac tube) f7.1 1/125 ISO 200Then there are things which are not really interesting to talk about, but which are interesting to observe.  For me the change of seasons falls into this category.  We spent the long Labor Day weekend in the mountains and all my senses were alive with the notice of change.  Brisk morning and evening air, long shadows, grasses gone to seed, the brittle sound of fall plant life brushing your legs on the trail.

A farmer in Alaska once asked me if I thought it would make you smarter to climb a different mountain every day, or to climb the same mountain every day.  Having spent most of my life as an avowed wanderer the answer was obvious to me at the time.  He disagreed with me.

But this trail, which I first saw at the height of wildflower season this summer, has me thinking that there's something to be said for returning to the same place over and over.  I walked along noticing all the millions of subtle little changes and the wisdom ingrained in the natural cycle of this place as each individual organism prepares for winter, prepares to put a graceful button on this year's project.

Also, we had a lot of fun.  So much so that it was hard to sit down at my computer in the midst of it all.

328.365 18mm f5.6 1/20 ISO 200

329.365 50mm f2.5 1/640 ISO 200So bear with me please.  I'm not giving up on Bird.  I'm just trying to find my way back to the routine.


(Ahem) Totally Under Control

323.365 55mm f5.6 1/40 ISO 200I got an e-mail from a family member Wednesday saying "You okay?  Anything I can help with?" and I had no idea what he was referring to.  My response: "Uuuuummmm, yeah?  I don't think so.  But thanks for the offer."

Later I realized that he probably assumed I was trapped under a fallen tree in Prospect Park or had been accosted by a feral reality TV contestant.  I guess either could have been a reasonable assumption.  But I was really just daunted by trying to reintegrate into my life in Denver. 

(And yes, I usually bring reusable bags to load my army of groceries, but with reintegration apparently comes disorganization.)

324.365 32mm (+12mm mac tube) f5 1/60 ISO 200Apparently when I'm getting my bearings macro helps.  This hibiscus, which our neighbor gave us as a wedding present five years ago, was in full bloom when I returned.  That only lasts for about a week in the blazing sun of our front yard, so you know, the iron was hot and all.

325.365 18mm f5 1/400 ISO 200This one was one of my patented cram-it-all-in moves, in the three and a half spare moments between work, commute, and family night at Ezra's school.

The good thing about all of this madness is that I haven't even had time to complain to you all about how I'm not in Black Rock City right now.

It's so very good to be back in Denver.  But family, I may take a rain check on that offer of help.


Making Things Fit

312.365I used to travel for work all the time before Ezra was born. Since then I've managed to find a work life that allows me to stay home most of the time.  This week will be a test of how well I can fit together family and work and travel in a way that benefits us all.  I'd like to imagine that in my little family unit we can all rotate around our own axes, together at the same time, even when I'm on the East coast and Will and Ezra are working together back in Colorado.  Wish us luck.