Monday, January 24, 2011

Mon, Jan 24, 2011: Yours Passionately, Rocky Road

I find myself facing the question lately of how much (or how little) passion is enough to make me feel alive and content. I'm not even just talking about romantic passion, but passion for life, passion for hobbies and learning things and traveling and growing as a person.

Passion is really important to me, and it feeds my zest for life. It doesn't necessarily make for much stability, though, and maybe my passion is part of the reason why I am constantly seeking what I want with all of my heart.... which often leads to me getting hurt. But passion is my battery juice, and it drives me every day.

While there are a lot of really great things about stability, I am struggling with stability being so plain boring. It's vanilla, when my favorite flavor is rocky road (really, it is! :) ). I find that ironic since my life has often been a rocky road. It's been pretty exciting a lot of times, but is it what I'm looking for? How does one reconcile dreams of having children with the vision of a wide open world that's begging me to exist on every inch of it? How does a rocky road person become content with vanilla? I am beginning to wonder if I am a person who is destined to spend the rest of my life with a sizable piece of my spirit existing discontentedly. I'm sure it's probably a lot easier to be vanilla, but I'd get so bored with my own self!

I'd rather be
Yours Passionately,
Rocky Road

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Sun, Jan 16, 2010: White Ranch in Winter

I think that White Ranch Open Space Park just outside of Golden may be my most visited place in Colorado. I really love that park. :) I headed up there last Sunday with Kaylee, anticipating taking a tromp with her through knee-deep snow, since the snow in Denver hasn't even melted yet.

One of the prettiest views in the area is not found in the park but on the way to the park, at a point in the road where the trees clear and there is a wonderful view of Pike's Peak to the south.
It seemed that the sun had been working much harder in the hills than it had in Denver - that or the hills received little snow in the first place. There were a few areas though where the drifts were taller than Kaylee, and it was fun watching her bound through them with lighthearted abandon.
One of my favorite things about Colorado in the winter continues to be the colors. I loved all the variations of gold that swept across the fields and into the hills around me, like a burst of sweet soulful summer who never really leaves me.

I have been experiencing some really low energy levels lately, and it was hard for me to even complete the hike. Toward the end, Kaylee would stop and look at me over her shoulder every few steps as if expecting me to keel over at any second. I am now determined to get myself back in shape again because I think it's pretty lame that I had such a hard time with one of my favorite hikes. Also, I really want to be in good shape for... this summer's annual backpacking trip! (which I was unable to do last year because I wasn't in good enough shape!).

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Tues, Jan 11, 2010: Revisiting Crested Butte in Panorama

I don't typically find myself motivated to revisit old images, which actually leaves me with an interesting look at the progress I've made in documenting my adventures through photographs. When I look back at my first pictures of Colorado, I can see the things I've learned and what I would do differently. This weekend, however, I came across a note I'd written while going through the pictures from the Crested Butte foliage trip we took this September. I took the images marked on the note with the intent of stitching them together to make panoramas. At the time, I think I lacked the knowledge to do this and have them come out halfway decent, but now I think I can give it a shot. :)

Spending some time with these expansive, vibrant, powerful pieces of the Earth has made me crave travel, adventure, and light.

View of Mt. Crested Butte while entering town via Rt. 135 from Gunnison:
View of my favorite abandoned house with the most amazing backyard in Colorado, off CO Rd. 738:
View of the 4-wheel road from farther up CO Rd. 738:
On Kebler Pass, when the trees open up, you are rewarded by this view:
From Kenosha Pass, just off the Colorado Trail:
I enlisted B's assistance this weekend in making a map of the house, so that I can try to apply some principals of Feng Shui here. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that my office is actually decorated pretty much the way it should be in order to enhance the energies of this area of the house. I think a big obstacle that requires tackling is that neither B nor I have fully unpacked yet. Some of my favorite house decorations, like my lantern lamp and set of 4 big picture frames, haven't even been set up yet. It's a work in progress. :)

Friday, January 7, 2011

Sun, Jan 2, 2011: Aurora Reservoir

Sunday was beautiful and I insisted that we head out for at least a little bit to get some air. B suggested the Aurora Reservoir, so we packed up ourselves and the dogs and headed over.

The water was partially frozen around the edges, and the tiny lake ripples thwacked sharply as they lapped against the underbelly of the glass thin ice. The sound hit my ears like razors, and I loved its multidimensionality ability to be sharp and echo at the same time. Despite being thin, the ice was substantial enough to support the weight of hundreds of birds: Canadian Geese and seagulls. What?! Isn't this Colorado?! Yes, but apparently we have hundreds of seagulls here. Who knew?
As the path around the water brought us closer to the birds, the seagulls decided to flee the thin ice and take refuge in the freezing cold water.
The view of Mt. Evans across the water was so peaceful.
Despite my intense dislike of cold weather, I have to admit that sometimes ice does some pretty amazing things.
The geese grew from tiny shadowed lines along the northern horizon to massive flocks whipping the air above our heads. This was a very familiar sight to me because I grew up near a corn field where geese would flock by the thousands every fall and spring. However, this is not at all a familiar sight to me in Colorado!
It was amazing watching the geese fly in over the bright golden prairie, and soar above the huge mountains to the west...
... and over Pike's Peak to the south.
I have deeply missed the woosh of hundreds of wings churning up air molecules above my head, the honking cries of hundreds of geese calling to each other in gladness that they have found water, the spread of wings and splash of skidding feet as they allow walls of air and the thick substance of the frigid water to halt their motion.
Who ever knew that there were Canadian Geese in the prairie? I'm so happy to have learned of them.
The golden grasses, one of my favorite features of the prairie, shone deep and rich in the setting sun. I wish that I could braid them into my hair, my clothes, wrap them around my skin and into my soul. Golden prairie grass would be a lovely soul color.