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I think Violent Doughnuts would be an awesome band name.
Do you ever do that? Hear something and think, “Wow, that would be a great band name!”
It’s always something really strange. On a road trip last year, Kelsea and I decided that “Moose Hallucinations” would be an awesome band name. I still think it would be. Only I can’t play an instrument, so it can’t be my band.
Any band name suggestions you’d like to share?
Photo title: Watching the Sea
Big Bamboo, Anegada, British Virgin Islands.
Quote of the day: “Look at everything as though you were either seeing it for the first time or the last time.” — Betty Smith
Flocks of birds that dip and soar in unison as if with one brain
The flame-colored leaves in my yard
The DCPA Bear
Photo title: Light of My Life
Rapid City, South Dakota.
Quote of the day: “Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.” — Theodore Roosevelt
The white dog playing with the coyote on my way home yesterday.
This morning’s light.
Photo title: The Secret Door
White Bay, Jost van Dyke, British Virgin Islands.
Quote of the day: “Let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river.” — Malagasy proverb
Hand stuffed bleu cheese olives
Accidental color coordinating with co-workers
Photo title: River Art
Quote of the day: “Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.” — Rainer aria Rilke
Sunset from horizon to horizon
Spicy mexican food
Blue sky mornings
Coming to you from the stunning Clarion Inn in Pueblo, Colorado…
OK, not so stunning. More of a glorified truck stop with comfortable beds and very loud A/C and no elevators. Not unlike Caribbean hotels, but Caribbean hotels don’t have the truckers.
It was a lovely drive down from Denver, beautiful sunset, singing along to the iPod at the top of my voice, crying at some songs, skipping others too tender to hear. And here I am, all bundled in, ready for the Pueblo Chile Festival tomorrow.
I had dinner at the highly recommended Cactus Blossom, except the vibe there was so loud and full of screaming children that I drank a top-shelf margarita and ordered my food to go and ate it in bed, realizing again why I dislike TV. The food was pretty good and very spicy. And now I’m sleepy. So I thought I’d say hello, and let you know you can expect photos from this, one of my favorite festivals in the next couple of days.
Pueblo is a strange little town with a big biker community (I refrained from heading into the biker bar to shoot pool tonight – it was tough, but I thought refraining might be in my best interest.) and a working-class, small town vibe, which I find endearing.
I’m looking forward to sharing it with you.
Sweet dreams, all.