I want to be there . . .

Not to be pushy snow gods, but . . . we could use more.

Or I could just go to Norway, I could be good with that too.

This Guy's My Hero

My dad gave me the heads up on this clip from the today show. If you're a junk collector and/or a design nerd you might be interested.

The claw is finally out of the brace. I'm pretty much terrified of this prospect. First off it feels WEIRD and second of all it looks just as weird or worse.

Look out world here IT comes

The Man Watching

Came across a paper with this poem on it among my piles of stuff (and I have a lot of that let me tell you). It was meant to be, I really needed it - especially the third paragraph.

The Man Watching

by Ranier Maria Rilke

I can tell by the way the trees beat, after
so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes
that a storm is coming,
and I hear the far-off fields say things
I can't bear without a friend,
I can't love without a sister

The storm, the shifter of shapes, drives on
across the woods and across time,
and the world looks as if it had no age:
the landscape like a line in the psalm book,
is seriousness and weight and eternity.

What we choose to fight is so tiny!
What fights us is so great!
If only we would let ourselves be dominated
as things do by some immense storm,
we would become strong too, and not need names.

When we win it's with small things,
and the triumph itself makes us small.
What is extraordinary and eternal
does not want to be bent by us.
I mean the Angel who appeared
to the wrestlers of the Old Testament:
when the wrestler's sinews
grew long like metal strings,
he felt them under his fingers
like chords of deep music.

Whoever was beaten by this Angel
(who often simply declined the fight)
went away proud and strengthened
and great from that harsh hand,
that kneaded him as if to change his shape.
Winning does not tempt that man.
This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively,
by constantly greater beings.

So deep - have a good weekend!

Fall Colors

Just after the sun dipped behind the mountain last weekend in the Uintahs the colors were so great, and I know I didn't get the true feel of them with these dinky pics - but hopefully you'll get the idea. Pure blissful late fall beauty.

Police Report

Automoblie : Failure to Yield

Yahoo! Looks like I'm not paying the bills on this one! Sorry Mr. & Mrs. Snow, but you gots to look out for us bikers!

Amanda's picture of Rez wins by a cabillion so I had to add it to the collection