As I’m looking to get back into writing things here for the blog, my brain is working through stuff related to my mother’s death – and that’s going to bleed through to things I post here. So – if that’s not something you want to explore right now, you won’t hurt my feelings by skipping

A series of things came together to make my brain go, “Huh.” This is the way. The way of my brain… First thing. I was watching a rerun of Young Sheldon with my mom. The episode was about how Sheldon’s mother and father were dealing with the fallout of Sheldon’s mentor being hospitalized for a

Here is the photo: “Now that’s a…river?” “Waterfall.” “Mostly.  I bet it’s cold.” *Tries it* “Oh yes. It’s cold!” This was taken in Rocky Mountain National Park, July 2014.

I have three uncles, two of whom have been large parts of my life at different times.  When we moved to California, it was my mom, older brother, aunt, uncle, cousin and grandmother all in the same house.  I always thought he looked like Elwood Blues.  I remember the smell of his lighter, a zippo,

I thought I’d start us out with a nice shot pretty close to the entrance to Rocky Mountain National Park. I was -thrilled- to see so much green up there compared to a couple years back when the beetle damage was so rampant and you could see these brown veins pulsing through the trees. The