I have noticed that people in Wyoming drive a lot. Granted, we have a lot of wide open space here and towns are spread far apart, but I’m talking about the people who drive two blocks to the bar or a restaurant in town, or “walk” their dogs by driving and letting their dogs run beside the car. What’s up with that? It baffles me. Maybe it’s an older person, or someone who can’t walk,…
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Michael and I rang in the new year in Jackson, Wyoming, a place I’ve wanted to visit for a long time and it was a trip I will never forget. I fell in love with the energy in the town and of course the stunning scenery. I was determined to get some shots of the famous Moulton Barn (3rd photo) at Mormon Row and the fact that it, and the other barns, are the most…
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Sometimes I have conversations with my future 92 year old self. It sounds crazy, and quite possibly it is, but she’s a wise old dear and has good perspective. I think of her when I’m deep in contemplation or making a big decision. What advice would 92 year old Rosalyn give me right now? Most often, she provides that little bit extra courage I need, or she tells me to smile and just let it…
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It’s a quiet Sunday. Grey. Michael and I raked the billions of fallen leaves in our yard today, which was somewhat of a feat in the Wyoming wind. It was the kind of day that calls for cozy socks and a nap. Our wood stove is back in regular use, our only (chosen) means of heat through the winter months. Michael and I took the dogs for a walk and the town felt more still…
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Four years ago in Hawaii I ran a 15.6 mile race. It took me exactly two hours, fifty four minutes and fourteen seconds. (I am not the swiftest of runners). That’s almost three hours of running. And today folks, today, I ventured out for my first run in a long while and I could hardly muster 15 minutes. Not even two miles! Lordy, how the body changes. As I chugged along, huffing and puffing, thighs…
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