buckskin pass

Last weekend's epic hike up Buckskin Pass ::: perfect weather, incredible wild flowers, and great company. Jenny-dog loved it too and enjoyed a short nap at the summit.



summer rain has left behind some lovely rainbows. One week in July there was almost a rainbow every day.


from Cheif Sealth

How can you buy or sell the earth?
...How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?
...Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing, and every humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people...
This we know: All things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life; he is mearly a strand it it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself...

-Chief Sealth

This is an excerpt from Chief Sealth's famous speech he gave at a large outdoor gathering in Seattle on March 11th, 1854 concerning the concession of native lands to the settlers. I first read this beautiful statement on behalf of the environment many years ago hanging on the wall in an iconic Aspen restaurant called La Cocina. It hung next to the payphone and as I was a waitress there for years, I read it and re-read it many times. La Cocina closed in 2005. After that I searched the internet for this poster and never could find it. Years later I was working on a ranch in Aspen and walked into an old cabin on the property and there it was - the same poster hanging crooked on the wall in an rickety old frame. I was thrilled! I always wanted to write it down but never thought I would find it again. I excitedly told the owner of the ranch my story. Time passed and I never did go back to write it down. When we moved on from the ranch, she gave me a very special departing gift. She had re-framed the poster for me. Now it hangs in our home. I can read it again and again to remind myself just how much I feel connected with the earth as others do and have before me.

Read the complete statement here.


do you see what i see?

a little love for your Monday.


a not-a-cloud-in-the-sky-bluebird Colorado Saturday
a photo walk through Aspen Community Garden
a walk along the Hunter Creek
floating down the stillwater
recognizing oneness... embracing otherness
eating outdoors
the sunset across the fields and the lighting on the hay bales
hot summer nights
a big hike to Buckskin Pass
snoopy clouds
peaking wildflowers
great conversation with my gals
the wonderful feeling of exhaustion
a cat nap
the perfect summer weekend

Sharing the weekend – my most favorite part of the week – with photos, words, or both, as suggested over here at the habit of being.


my little buddy

some photos of my sweet little nephew, Malcolm.


spread the love

there is so much i love about this picture. first of all, it is a polaroid which always makes it better - but especially because it is 'roid week on flickr :: and doesn't this just scream summertime :: then there are the rainier cherries - my favorite, but at 8.99 lb - you will only find that pricing in aspen :: there are the wooden crates :: the anticipation of ripe peaches :: and the perfect sign... go spread some love today!


hello 'roid week

So thrilled that it is here! Can't wait to see all the polaroids posted in this flickr pool this week! Watch along with me and better yet, grab a polaroid camera, get some film from Impossible Project and add some of your own! Party on!

the love of typography

For your Monday, watch this video. I am very grateful that Steve Jobs dropped in on those calligraphy classes and later tied that experience into the design of Apple computers ~ it has certainly affected my world. Lots of other good points in the speech as well. Definitely worth a few minutes of your day today. Oh, how I love typography.



There are three parts to every vacation: the anticipation, the experience and the memories. we are planning a trip to the south of france...and provence and courchevel for later this summer... ah...


for your next summer bbq

Here are the rules of Fourth of July Wiffle ball. PLAY BALL

1. It's not a real Wiffle ball game unless you can break a window. Or windows.

2. The perfect Wiffle ball field needs a wall, a fence, a tree, or a sunburned uncle lying prone in the outfield—just something—to smack the ball over for a home run.

3. Use a Wiffle ball, original brand. Don't be the guy who saves two bucks with the discount "plastic outdoor baseball orb with "Reel-Kurve-Action"—then watches it shatter into 11 pieces on a routine fly out.

4. Buy a backup ball. Don't buy more than two backups—part of Wiffle fun is the panic when you think you can't find the last ball, meaning the game will be over and you're really going to have to watch the slideshow of your sister's vacation to Patagonia.

5. Skinny yellow bats only—no taping, weighting, or curving it under a heat lamp. The fat red bat your nephew just got for his 1st birthday? Put it back in the crib. Jeez.

6. Anyone can play in your Wiffle ball game. Mom can play. Dad can play. All the kids can play. Skittles the Labradoodle can play. Okay, Skittles give back the Wiffle ball. Skittles! Mom call Skittles.

7. Grandma can be second base and Grandpa can be third. Hold still, guys!

8. If you play Wiffle ball in a public setting, be warned: the public can join. See that shirtless guy with headphones roller skating to Andy Gibb? Meet your new first baseman.

9. You know that fast-pitch Wiffle craziness you can find on YouTube, with the fratty dudes in uniforms hurling it 84 miles an hour? That's not Wiffle ball. That's unchecked male aggression and most of those players wind up in prison or public office.

10. To that point: no high-speed pitching! Everyone should be able to hit. You are in the backyard with a Michelob in your hand, and you do not care about your earned-run average, Mr. Halladay!

11. Yes you can throw your super-awesome curve ball. But throw it fat and slow over the plate. Like a 2011 Astro.

12. If someone shows up to the game in eye black and a VARITEK or POSADA jersey—pat them on the head, point them to the driveway and call a cab and then the police.

13. Two outs an inning. You want to finish before the mosquitoes, yes?

14. There's no such thing as a "walk" or a "balk" or a "Hit By Pitch" in Wiffle ball. Unless you hit Mom. Then she gets first base, and you need to make her a rum and coke.

15. Look at your team. Look at Mom, Dad, Grandpa, Grandma. Look at Sarah, your niece in art school. Look at Ralph, your second cousin who sells bugs on the Internet. Congratulations, you're in better financial shape than the Los Angeles Dodgers.

16. Objects in play: that rosebush, that Datsun, that Richard Serra sculpture.

17. Decide what you're going to do about baserunners. I ran this by Josh Rubin of Brooklyn, one of the great Wiffle artists of his era, and he's firmly anti-baserunners. "I prefer marking hits and doing the simple math to calculate runs," Rubin says. (Personally, I like runners if there are 5-6 players, because you can throw the ball at a runner to record an out, and it's a great opportunity to settle old grievances with family and friends.)

18. Here's how Josh plays without runners: "Anything on the ground is an out. A single: in the air past the pitcher. Double: lands in front of outfielders but has to be kind of a shot. Triple is over the heads of the outfielders." A home run is over whatever your "fence" is. Runners are imaginary, like in Mariners games.

19. If there's someone from New England in your game they will spend at least five minutes explaining how growing up in New England, there was no such thing as a "a crew cut" or a "buzz cut"—you just went to the barber and asked for a "Wiffle." It's not an interesting story, but it's harmless.

20. Don't get frustrated by flaky players. There is always someone who forgets what team they're on, who forgets what their turn is in the batting order, who is inside the house making a turkey sandwich when it's their time to hit. Don't get mad. Just roll with it, and imagine you are managing Manny Ramirez.

21. If the ball gets hit into poison ivy, just decide which person in your Wiffle ball group is the least-liked, and send that person straight in.

22. The game is over when you hear a window smash. Now everybody run.

(as seen in the WSJ)

(long) weekending

3-day weekend
evening walks
a walk through the farmers market
kennel corn
lunches and brunches outdoors - I think I ate every meal outdoors on Sunday
the bliss on Sunday morning when it felt like a Saturday because I had Monday off :)
a hike up sunny side trail
curling up on the couch with my hubby and watching movies
bbq'n in the yard
mosquito bites
corn on the cob and lemonade
red, white and blue
aspen parade
floating rafts down still water
ice cream and cupcakes
pabst blue ribbon
lots of quality time with great friends and family
my favorite summer holiday in aspen
I absolutely loved this weekend!


genius loci

“Ancient peoples believed that places had souls. The soul of a place could be found in the genius loci, the guardian spirit whose personality summed up the special characteristics of the location. A proper relationship to the genius loci was necessary in order for a person to dwell there responsibly. In return, the genius loci would nurture and protect the people of the place.
Even in the modern world the basic truth of this ancient relationship still holds: Places that are accorded the respect we have traditionally given to souls are better places as a result. And the people who live there have a better life, too, because places that long have been loved and taken care of can take care of those who dwell in them.
We no longer live in a culture that recognizes the soul of a place, especially an urban place. We have to do the imaginative work of finding it ourselves.” ~  Elizabeth Vander Schaaf


the last day of Summer Colours Week was Red! Wow, that was one awesome week of color! Thanks Poppytalk.