The other night I was on a plane flying from Newark, New Jersey to Houston, Texas. The flight had actually been delayed several hours due to thunderstorms over the East coast. Once we were finally airborne, I glanced outside the passenger window and became fixated on the red navigation lights flashing from the wing. I peered closer, seeing as how the light illuminated, just for a brief second, the thousands of descending raindrops falling towards the earth. “What a journey they must have, from 25,000 feet” I thought to myself. “A 10 minute free-fall.”
…eventually they must land.
Perhaps atop a small Redbud tree in someone’s backyard. That’s where I noticed these particular drops anyway.
Days after my trip home, I had wandered outside and into the backyard to play fetch with Bonnie when the bright little water beads caught my eye. “Fascinating” I thought. With their odd elasticity, the droplets clung to tiny buds, leaves, and pine needles for dear life, refusing an inevitable fate of being absorbed by the soggy ground below.
From 25,000 feet they had recently fallen, and it was here they had landed; suspended freely above the earth in a perfect balance between gravity and the upward force of a delicate leaf. It was in this brief moment of time I started taking pictures- before the wind or more rain could disturb their fragile resting place. Before the tug of the Earth, with it’s grip on heavy water molecule that began a plight high up in the clouds, could force the droplet to finally fall.
A weekend trip, at most, consists of a few hours in the car to find a new adventure. Melissa and I took the “weekend get-away” to another level when we drove through Kansas flat-lands for 9 hours until we hit the Rocky Mountains. Specifically, Chautauqua Park as you see below.
Here are a few more pictures from the (now old-school) iPhone 4.
The weekend we were there was the last weekend before heavy snow-fall in Aspen and surrounding high-elevation ski-towns.
A view of the “Flatirons” from below.
Over-looking Boulder, CO from atop a roadside bluff.
A winding road off of I-70 led us to a trail around 10-11,000 feet.
Glacier lake in the summer. Off in the distance, not pictured, a naked man with his 4 large dogs jumped from a cliff into the ice-cold waters below. Just sayin’…
The last week of my life I have patiently awaited the arrival of my new-born babies to appear. Finally they have!
Meet my new grass.
It’s hard to describe my life before these little ones became a part of it. When I first met them, on a cool morning late this week, I immediately fell in love
There is some truth to how proud I am of the hard-earned money and time spent to have some additional blades of grass break through a dusty clump of ground where the Summer drought sucked the life out of the earth. Here are some pictures.
Some little frog hair.
You can make it little guys, push through!
My yard becoming alive once again. Fescue and Kentucky Blue grass.
The weather has been so nice that I decided to meet Melissa and Bonnie at a park for lunch. I took this picture while I was leaving the parking lot. Happy little pup.
Now here comes the rant…
We get there and sit down at a picnic table and peacefully begin to eat lunch. Besides the old dude slouched on a park bench near the children’s jungle gym shirtless, obese, and drenched with sweat, all was well.
Fast forward 3 minutes: a woman with a few kids shows up. By a few I mean 10. I think an entire 2nd grade class left school to come to this park. They sit right behind us and start screaming because Bonnie is licking their legs. More ladies and kids show up. They begin surrounding us completely. They are all afraid of Bonnie.
I should point out there are probably 6 other areas they could have chosen to sit. Another couple near us whose cute pup was playing with Bonnie was told by the moms they needed to tie up their dog. It was scaring the kids.
THEN GO TO ANOTHER TABLE! I was so annoyed by the ridiculousness that we got up and left. You’re a parent and your precious baby is scares of a 10 pound dog, then don’t run up to a table with a) people already there and, b) with dogs. I just don’t understand the thought process here. I guess that’s what happens when you have kids, right parents?