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Saint Patrick’s Day Hike!

Started the day out with pancakes at ‘our’ restaurant.  It’s riddled with black and white photos of Laurel and Hardy, Shirley Temple, old movie sets and Charlie Chaplin.  Plus, evidently, very large cups of orange juice.  I didn’t hear my guy’s drink order, but when a ginormous odd-looking cup arrived at our table I asked what it was.  Turns out it was O.J.  Remember ordering orange juice and it came in a thimble?   That justifies my confusion and I immediately coveted it.  I know, I know, ‘Thou shall not covet …” But, I think that only applied to a neighbor’s wife?  Maybe not, but I coveted all over his drink and into a straw and away from my iced tea.

HIKE TIME!

We are so lucky to have SO many locations at our disposal.  Almost makes up for those 120 degree summers.

I’ll just start sharing photos and mumble on about them eh?

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First pic – (and I took my ‘good camera’ which, while quality was better, I couldn’t really see what I was capturing due to sun on my preview)  We had a storm ahead (and a part of me hoped it arrived, although, I don’t think my backpack is water proof and I had my phone in my pocket tracking the hike).

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Me trying to be ‘artsy’ even with a good camera, nothing compares to the actual view.

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I was truly hoping for ‘wildlife’.  And to be honest, if I heard a rattle, I’d be grabbing my camera versus carefully avoiding the source of the serpent sound.  Also waiting the moment I turn over a beautiful rock, and find a scorpion under it that will stay still for a National Geographic worthy pic!  I mean c’mon!  I’ve had them in my home a dozen times, WHEN am I going to see one in the wild?

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Pi or Stonehenge?  You decide.  But, as you’ll see in the next pic, was located right next to a mining excavation.

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We didn’t go in this one.  My guy had already explored it on another hike and there wasn’t much to be seen.

 

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Now comes my favorite part!  Went down into a river bed that is obviously a water source for desert animal dwellers.  Plenty of scat and prints to prove that.  Yes, it did dawn on me that we were literally delicious things walking through an area that many predators visit for protein.  But, the naturally washed rocks and amazing terrain trumped those thoughts.

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Mini waterfall.

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This rock reminded me of a fish.  A fish that evidently has a stick up its nostril. LOL!

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Snake stick, attacking a rock.  We did have to jump down into some brush from quite  a height and MY rock was checking all brush for snakes.  I had snake guards on (he didn’t this time) so I so unselfishly said, “Just go!”  I know.  I’m a giver.

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A storm was threatening the entire time – but, did not come to fruition.

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A vein!  With vugs.

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Just gorgeous!

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“Life, uh, finds a way”  Said in my best Jeff Goldblum voice.

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Okay, he stops for rocks, I stop for close up shots of flora and fauna.

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The colors in this rock was unreal!  Again, better in person.

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Where we came from to flat land.

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Hoof proof.

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A wall that once contained something to do with mining.

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This guy continued to watch us for what seemed like forever, protecting his family. Bless his Burro heart. x

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The family.  When I took this photo, I only saw the darker burros.  Was happy to discover the other two after downloading.

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A thick stringer!

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Almost back to the car.

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The local gold mine.  It’s for sale for $2,500,000.  We were going to offer 2. lol.

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We did not disturb.

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Pay dirt!  Sitting RIGHT THERE!  We still did not disturb.  Although, during the hike, one side of my jacket may or may not have been hanging VERY low due to there certainly NOT being any rocks in my pocket. 😉

We ended the day with a stop at a pub after burning over 1,300 calories on the hike!

AND!  That ended in a Snakebite. The only kind you want!

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HAPPY SAINT PATRICK’S DAY ALL MY ‘SOUPER’S’

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Playing with the moon – and cherishing my son

A beautiful moment at close to four o’clock in the morning.

I had let Butters outside, and returned to my room.  As I went back to retrieve my cream colored, insomniac manatee/sharpei/shepherd – I bumped into my son coming inside.

We had both remembered the moon.

We sat outside together, listening to the birds – in the dark, and staring up at that gorgeous huge moon.  As dark as it was outside, the moon shone like the sun.  We spoke of how the sky must have looked before electricity.  We spoke of stars and places available to see them in total darkness.

And as we spoke, and sat in awe of that moon, I was filled with such gratitude and love for the relationship I have with my son.

When we both went in, he was wide awake – I got back under my sheets and he came into my room and sat on my bed beside me … “It’s like Christmas …” he said.  And it did have that feel to it.

That up-too-early, but full of wonder and leisure feeling.

We parted, but that moment didn’t go unwritten in my memory bank.  I love that he chose those words.  I love that his memories of being up early and excited and us being together brought that comparison to his lips.

I awoke again at 5:30 and managed to capture the moon on my ‘real’ camera.  Then I played with it a little. 😉

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Photos for four four 13

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Here’s some photos I’ve taken within the last week.  The second to last pic is in my yard, I’m really hoping it isn’t a tarantula hole! :-O

Gearing up for a great interview post  so watch this space. 🙂  Amanda.

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Photo therapy

Lay in bed this morning with not a fiber of my being wanting to get up.

I am in a funk of all time funks for a myriad of reasons.  But life goes on.

Laundry was skipped last weekend due to my tooth pain – blah, blah, blah – I’m so over talking about that.  But, fact is, I had to do laundry today. 

I milled about the house, crawled back into bed.  Found myself watching ‘The Shahs of Sunset’ reunion show on Bravo.  What the hell?  I don’t even watch the show – no clue who the people were.  But evidently, reaching for the remote and changing the channel wasn’t in the cards.

Get up Amanda. 

I sat outside.

I haven’t been reading as often lately, tried to read a few pages.  Haven’t picked up a paint brush in a while either, nor my camera. 

“Go do laundry, and take some pictures” a voice in my head told me.  From where I sat, I could see fog over the river – the mountains looked beautiful.

Okay.  Get dressed and just DO IT!

So I did it.  Shoved our laundry into a couple of washing machines and took myself and my camera off for some quality time.

Heads up – I’m the Queen of zoom and crop.  Whereas, my son captures a subject and leaves in the surroundings, whether aesthetically pleasing or not, and his photos end up amazing.  I love that about him.  He doesn’t edit life.  I just have a problem not editing my mouth.

Without further ado:

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The reason I took my camera.  Fog is rare here in the desert.  It called to me.  The Colorado River creates it from time to time, and every time it does, its gorgeous.

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Decay and growth.  I loved the juxtaposition of the two.

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And here too.  The area I was shooting in is prone to fires.  The tree in the back obviously burned and the new growth in the foreground just made such a pleasing image.

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Love the curl of this metal. 

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Beauty and the desert beast

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The reservations irrigation system. 

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Looked like a mirror – or a framed picture to me

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Gawd I loved these

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Spent shell – wonder what was on the receiving end of this?

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He’s a rocks rock

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On my knees in rams head weeds to get this shot, pretty sure I have a couple of puncture wounds – but worth it

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Home now – this little guy is growing through the steps.  I won’t go into that metaphor.  But I was proud of it and that little flower inspires me.

On the way home from the laundromat a song came on that for that very moment in time, couldn’t have been more apropos.   Every word spoke to me.  And I don’t know when this funk will break – but I know it will.  I know this.  But I’m nothing if not authentic, and I never ‘fake it til I make it’.  I’m not going to plaster a smile on my face.  I don’t feel like smiling just yet.  I have big decisions to make, big changes to consider and time is slipping by quickly.  I am sad, scared, 50 shades of blue and deep in thought.  But life is still beautiful.  I am still grateful.  And tomorrow is another day.

Here’s that song.

Birds on a wire

I love my ‘cable’ birds.  The hardest part is staying SO still.  Next time, I’ll have to remember to grab my tripod – but I’m afraid they’ll go while I’m fiddling about with setting up.  Enjoy.

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