(Still life, portrait bokeh, #9)
No more poems, no more paragraphs.
Today is a travel day - it is merely a two hour drive to the airport, negotiating the distance between the parking garage and the terminal with a wide-eyed child, a modest flight to Denver, the baggage carousel, the claim, the hour or so drive from DEN to Longmont, CO with two old friends. A day of travel is never complete, and often lost. It represents about half of what I still remember from the now fossilized life that I once lived - airports and airplanes.
I will update you again from the other foot of the Rockies, the more serious and sincere side of the jaggedest stones to ever scrape American skies.