LABOR DAY 2009
Denver Colorado is really high up in the air. I remember that from as far back as 4 years old….I lived in boulder…the pet crow lived in the garage…i found tarantulas in the sandbox…they made my sister cry hard…it’s hot here today in denver, on labor day…although it’s a holiday it seems that people are still working very very hard…. to have fun that is…with rows of strong drink. after drink. after drink.
the past week has been quite fast paced. so full of nature.
we’ve managed to travel swiftly from spokane to missoula, to bozeman having a wondeful time with our friends old and new….we say now thank you all. the future is always so much more exciting as we drive away from one another….. on through the great yellowstone wilderness weaving around the parading american dream of recreation. colors fly by and we drive fast to stop for things most others wouldn’t. nodding to the buffalo heards. enjoying solitary beauty, while the parades flock and circle like a circle of buzzards on the fresh kill of sulphur, or cliff. we’re out here because of the beauty in the expanse and look forward to the end of a long weekend, when we can enjoy our own pace the in between places no one else ever has time for any more. from this point we point ourselves in the the jagged nest of the rockies, as she curls on herself under shade of cloud, like a timber rattle snake bideing by her energies…in 3 days her great rattle of a tail will flick with a thunder and let us off down the mountains through trinidad, and into the open arms of santa fe again… for now. we celebrate our labors by tipping a glass upside down and to the skies, to make the sunset fit on a postcard.