Paint the sunrise

Wake up and look out the window.

Orange leaves flutter on the branches of a doomed ash tree in the foreground.

Rising sun casts the same autumn color on clouds that float far off and high in the western sky. The foothills and distant, jagged peaks are golden wheat from the plains.

If only one could paint that sunrise.



What do I want for Father’s Day?

For as long as I’ve been at this business of being a father, you would think the question would get easier to answer. It’s tougher than it looks. It is tougher than ever.

My wife and children have already given me everything I need. They don’t stop.

What do I want?

What I want is the same as every other day.

jupiter_ganyA cure for cancer.

A cure for Alzheimer’s Disease.

An end to these dreadful politics.

Relief from my country’s addiction to guns and violence.

Love, not war.

I want Jupiter to align with Mars.

That’s all.


No escaping the reality of Trump

Visited the desert SW for a week and returned to real life only to learn that Trump is more than hallucination. Good trip, otherwise.

An imaginary, unarmed compound without walls and fences and stuff

The idea of having a compound has always sounded kind of cool. Not a pharmaceutical thing, or a place the ATF might besiege someday, but more of a Kennedy compound sort of place except not so big and fancy.

For now, we’re making do right here, in my imagination, without all the walls and fences and stuff.

man and dog by creek

man and dog by creek
use your imagination and you can see the old yellow Lab on the bridge next to me as I trip the shutter on our final walk to this place


Whither American greatness?

We create magical devices — manufactured elsewhere — that sit in our palms and can tell us there is good pizza around the corner, but we can’t get our hands around a version of our future that unpacks the mysteries of the great beyond.

via American Greatness 2.0 — Press Play — Medium.

County closes damaged roads, but just to cyclists (again)

It could just be wishful thinking, but it looks like Boulder County’s transportation decider—or perhaps someone who writes the words for him—has modified his internal-combustion bias ever so slightly.

He was quoted as follows in a Longmont Times-Call story about why the damaged canyon roads are closed to cyclists:

While these conditions are experienced by both motorists and bicyclists, bicyclists are much more likely to have their safety compromised.

That’s an improvement, in that he acknowledges the roads are dangerous for motorists, but not much of an improvement.

The roads, he says, are more dangerous for cyclists than they are for motorists because of steep drop-offs and increased heavy equipment traffic. I’m going to hazard a guess that more motorists than cyclists go over those steep drop-offs on canyon roads and that there are more collisions between big trucks and other motor vehicles than there are between big trucks and people on bicycles.

The biggest hazards to cyclists are careless drivers, and maybe someday Boulder County and others will acknowledge that.


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