Melancholia

Today was grey and rainy, so I thought it would be appropriate to share these photos that I took on July 29th, a similar day in Green Mountain Falls. I never noticed before but there are a handful of memorial plaques around the pond. I think this is a nice idea. Instead of going to the graveyard to commune with your dearly departed loved one, you can go to this pretty, serene spot.

Gone, but not forgotten. This young woman died far too soon, and though it was years ago, clearly someone still cares enough to put flowers here for her.

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Another nice moment from last Thursday on Rampart Range Road. I was there doing some senior portraits, but actually remembered for once to get a snap or two for the blog. Look at that amazing piñon pine.

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A gorgeous view of the Kissing Camels from Rampart Range Road, taken late in the afternoon last Thursday.

Symphony in Gold

Or a symphony in excessive pollen, if you see it that way. I've been suffering from some terrible allergies lately, how about you? This large clump of whatever it is in Ute Valley Park made my nose twitch.

Sunday Style!

More 1970s-ish style spied during a shopping trip with friends this summer. This one has kind of a Mary McFadden vibe.

Pollinators Make the World Go 'Round

I'm back! I went on vacation last Thursday (Camp John Waters in Connecticut, to be exact -- more about that later) and was gone for nearly a week, but before I could get out of town I had a mountainous workload to deal with, so I won't apologize for not blogging since the 4th. There's only so much a person can do. I did get sick while on vacation, as I usually do, so the last few days have been about recuperating.

This morning I spied a hummingbird moth flitting around the bee and butterfly garden and managed to get a couple of decent shots of it. I don't mind insects as a rule, but I find moths to be a little creepy. Still, I'm always happy to let the pollinators do their thing. After all, without them, we're nothing.

Sunday Style!

I guess the '70s have come back around yet again. Alas. I remember having a romper exactly like this in the 7th or 8th grade, only in an icky shade of shrimplike pink. And best left in the dustbin of bad fashion history. Ha ha.