It’s a shame that when I type that title, a phrase I’ve always considered lovely and representative of the best of these days, I have to wonder if I am being politically correct. I certainly don’t mean to offend. To me Indian Summer are the last days I can go barefoot, the days when I are planning for how to make it through one more Colorado winter, one more tropical trip in the offing, and then MKL trying to figure out how to combine houses…somewhere. Kelsea and I used the time today (much to her chagrin) to try once again to get a good senior picture for her. I’m a good enough photographer that I feel I should be able to do this, and there are some that will do, but none that I am completely thrilled with. Still, the choice is up to her, as most of her choices are these days. This is the spot we chose for both sessions – though her shots, for the most part, include her beloved truck, and in some cases, a random duck that we made friends with. MKL and I snuggled in late this morning. I made bacon and egg sandwiches, much to the chagrin of my still-tempermental stomach, and I realized that I actually do know how to not work for two consecutive days. Go me! Hope you had a happy weekend.

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Outside of Lyons, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.” — Anais Nin

Daily gratitudes:
Our Mohawk duck friend
A rare treat of a chocolate shake
Kelsea
Love
Snuggles

I am pleased to be contributing a letter to a book! One of my favorite bloggers, miss c at http://thekitchensgarden.com/ is starting her second book, a collection of letters that we would want our children to read after we are gone – or something along those lines. Miss c is an amazing woman who works hard to operate a small self-sustaining farm in the wilds of Illinois, along with being an author, a fabulous photographer, and an all-around lovely human being. I’m excited about this opportunity, and have been giving it a lot of thought. I wrote a letter to my daughter recently following the suicide of her friend, which I think might be appropriate, although it’s something I would share with her before I move onto the next place. So, should it be something about her grandparents? A favorite memory? Something about what I have learned about love, or about being a mother in the course of my life? I’m just not sure. Any ideas from you, my dear readers, would be welcome.

If I could have possibly climbed to this spot in Arches without falling to my certain death, I would have. It looks like a perfect spot for contemplation. And excellent balance.

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Arches National Monument, Moab, Utah.

Quote of the day:“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” — Rachel Carson

Daily gratitudes:
A drive with MKL on a beautiful day
Thoughts of the future
Classic cars
Sherlock Holmes
Cloudless days

My sister (you know who you are) before she took to the road, had a house with an amazing western view. When sunsets were particularly spectacular, she would put out the call, “Emergency sunset”! She would call throughout the house, holler to the kids, call her husband on the car phone, and just revel in the splendor. It always made me smile. Tonight’s was indeed an emergency sunset, coming on the heels of a lovely day. The sky was full of just that shade of blue, and the clouds had a life of their own. I stood in the grocery store parking lot, taking pictures with my phone, and watching the colors shift and swirl.

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Lafayette, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “We are not going to change the whole world, but we can change ourselves and feel free as birds. We can be serene even in the midst of calamities and, by our serenity, make others more tranquil. Serenity is contagious. If we smile at someone, he or she will smile back. And a smile costs nothing. We should plague everyone with joy.” — Swami Satchidananda

Daily gratitudes:
Our solar eclipse observation group at work today
Sending Kelsea emoticons even if they all show up for her as rectangles
Having a chance to write post again
MKL
Cool vintage finds

Yes. I am coming up for air. And soon, so soon, we will be back up in the air flying over and to waters like these. It has been a crazy time for work, for my daughter, for seemingly everything, but I am coming back to a pace that doesn’t kill. It seems to have been a lovely fall here in Colorado. I had seen the aspens briefly on the way to work at Job #3,  but had no time to take pictures. We had big winds last night, swirling the golden leaves in the pig run, and letting the trees show off their spindly bare arms. I am hoping MKL and I will have a day to drive into the mountains this weekend, just so I can get a proper taste of fall before it collapses into winter. But let’s all remember that, thanks to a calm hurricane season (touch wood), we will have blue skies, white clouds, and warm calm seas ahead.

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It hasn’t been that long since we were in Moab, but it feels like it. Fall is coming and going with startling rapidity in Colorado. Work at the jobs has been so busy that MKL and I haven’t had a chance to go into the mountains since the trees started turning, but we both feel the change of seasons in our hands, and I feel it in my old breaks in my feet – like that old Far Side cartoon, my body now predicts the weather. I have had thought after thought about blog topics, but no time to put them on “paper”. So I console myself (and you) with reminiscences of days past, when it was warm and I was on the road.

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Moab, Utah.

Quote of the day: “The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.” — Leo Tolstoy

Daily gratitudes:
Turquoise
Babies snoozing in strollers
Weather cool enough for morning snuggles
Finally getting my iPod to sync up to my computer
Seeing behind the scenes from the LightRail train

I know I will be wishing this more and more as the cold comes and my hands start to hurt. I guess I’m getting a jump on winter by starting to wish now.

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Great Exuma, Bahamas.

Quote of the Day: “Romance takes place in the middle distance. Romance is looking in at yourself through a window clouded with dew. Romance means leaving things out: where life grunts and shuffles, romance only sighs.” — Margaret Atwood

Daily gratitudes:
Little old men in dapper bow ties
Dogs that look just like Tug
Seeing sunrises
Sleep
The first breath of fall

Sometimes silence is a good thing, and sometimes it’s not. The silence of a sunrise is a good thing. The silence of a loss is not. My daughter has been struggling with the suicide of a beautiful, bright friend, which is especially painful considering how she wants to help people. It hurts me to see her pain, when I can do nothing except be there. It was been 10 days now, and she is getting better but she’s still sad, which I reassure her is normal. She and I have both been sick. I have been overworking and not seeing enough of her. It is a hard transition into Fall. On a happy front, MKL and I have set our wedding date for next August at the spot in this picture, which will make everyone, including my dear departed parents, very happy.

I understand suicide. I have wanted to commit suicide. I have come achingly close. Only a promise to Kelsea has kept me from it. Depression lies, and one of the lies it tells you is that the world would be better off without you. And as a teenager, everything is so immediate that it is hard to see past the moment, past the pain, past the despair, to remember that yes, many people care about you, that you will have a bright future, that your parents will not ruin your life, all those things. I wish there was a way of showing every teenager who feels like this life is too hard that there is a future worth living for. If you are reading this, please, always remember that.

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Topsail Beach, North Carolina.

Quote of the day: “Some people are just not meant to be in this world. It’s just too much for them.” — Phoebe Stone

Daily gratitudes:
Love and MKL
Cleaning out the refrigerator
Wedding gowns
Tamara
Ice cold pillows
Mr. Man

As you can probably tell from my lack of posts, I’ve been working what feels like 24/7, but I wanted to let you know I’m still here. And if I weren’t under a brain cloud, I would be able to remember the name of this arch. What I can tell you is that it’s 1500 feet from the top of the arch to the bottom of the canyon, and there were people posing on top of the arch. I think they were crazier than I feel right now. Hugs to all.

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Canyonlands National Park, Utah.

Quote of the day: “We know only too well that what we are doing is nothing more than a drop in the ocean. But if the drop were not there, the ocean would be missing something.” — Mother Teresa

Daily gratitudes:
Toddlers in footed pajamas
Sharing lunch
Sparkling coconut water
The end of a project being in sight
Pretty sunsets

It looked to me like these two were having a dance-off. It’s funny how many of my pictures from Moab were of trees, considering that trees are the least of the landscape there. My Mother was a tree-hugger. I guess it’s in my blood.

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Arches National Park, Utah.

Quote of the day: “Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there’s no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.”  — Laini Taylor

Daily gratitudes:
Texts from my daughter
Dozing on the bus so I can get through Job #2
MKL’s eyes
Toddlers playing in the dancing waters
The feeling of souls in Union Station

Being with MKL (who is a car guy extraordinaire) has enhanced my passion for the road. I’ve always loved road trips. I’ve always loved ANY trip. But under his tender influence, I’ve come to appreciate the curves, the straightaways, the texture of the road, and the personality and performance of my truck more than I ever have before. Our second date was a drive. He picked me up and suggested we drive up to Leadville, which is about two and a half hours away. I knew he was testing whether I was genuine about my love of driving and going places, and if we did well in a car together for an extended period of time, and I did not disappoint. Our five-hour round trip turned into an eight-hour round trip. We discovered a shared love of opera, and he put his hand on my knee after asking permission. It is still one of our favorite shared memories.

So on trips like Kelsea’s and mine this past weekend, I get on a stretch of road and think how he would feel about it. He would love to drive the road in this image, and I am looking forward to sharing it with him.

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Canyonlands National Park, Utah.

Quote of the day: “I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.”  — Robert Louis Stevenson

Daily gratitudes:
Seeing MKL after an absence (or really any time)
Morning walks
Books
Peanuts
Crickets

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