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

So.  Yesterday on Twitter, I mentioned that my car slid right out into a busy intersection and that I was lucky I didn’t get t-boned. I thought I’d use some satellite imagery to illustrate exactly what happened. Here’s where I live: Nice little neighborhood, am I right?  Lots of green, leafy things. The ‘A’ indicates

The way we read things isn’t always the way an author intended. Take, for example, this sign from Red Rocks Park, elevation 6,400 ft. It makes me wonder – when is the rattlesnakes area open…? ~P

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