Walkin' In The Snow.

...with showshoes! Yay! You should try it. Walk to a yurt while you're at it.

PDFs.

An old image from the southwest. Yea, adobe.

Dog+Sister.

Man Walking.

Just an older image from my Costa Rican archives. Late afternoon, yeeeaaaa.

Youth.

My bud, Quinn in Missoula. Oh, to be a kid again...

Riding.

Biking feels so good to the soul. Try it.

Bounty.

There is nothing like summer bounty fresh from the garden. Especially Dad's garden.

Grays Peak.

Two Peace Corps friends and I climbed to 14,270 feet. This is what the success looked like.

Foolish Craig's.

A late Sunday brunch in Boulder with a girlfriend. The table next door in the morning sun....

Day of Birth.

Happy Birthday to my [dear] ;) sister-in-law! And maybe also very soon to my future niece!

Favorite.

Breakfast is my favorite. This was a stellar breakfast I had in the southwest. Thanks Lindsay!

Bye Bye Bookstore.

Bookstores are becoming a thing of the past. It's all starting with Borders...

Growing up.

This is the house my father grew up in. That is not his mailbox though. Is should be....?

A Schoolboy.

This is where my grandpa went to school as a boy. Why don't they make buildings out of stone anymore?

Be Inspired.

I was inspired by my friend's creativity of colors and images in her house. Go get inspired!

In Madrid.

My friend Julia did a u-turn in her car so I could take this. I think I still owe her 5 dollars...?

Dance.

Costa Ricans sure can dance. Samba and Meringue parties can last all night long.

Egg vendors.

This is Don Fernando and his wife. They sell eggs and trout in Costa Rica.

Doggles.

I recently went to Santa Fe. I found some interesting things there.

Albuquerquequequeque.

This is an old west store in Albuquerque. You can buy shirts there. But not dogs.

Margeaux.

I hung out with Margeaux this weekend. She really knows the meaning of love.

Celebrate.

It's America's birthday. Don't forget to show your true colors.

Seedlings.

It's that garden time of year. Get those seedlings in the ground!

Transitions.

The flowers in Portland are blooming. Life is in transition. So am I.