Coloring in…

The Harvest Moon coming on

over octogenarian artistries

as, as aforesaid, leaves coloring in at last.

It ain’t Vermont but they’re brighter by the day

[just go back a week!] which is definitely nicer to contemplate than the shitshow the MAGAts are creating outside of our control and against most everyone’s wishes…anyway there’s a lot more

to the world than those tiny minded meanies as Saturday morning a chance posting by one of L’s former colleagues on IG proved when a mention of handmade paper led to an exploration over breakfast of Red Cliff, Colorado, the only [and very tiny] town between Minturn and the Continental Divide on the way to the headwaters of the Arkansas.  After the morning’s forest

bathing we discovered La Junta’s even more delightful Tarantula Fest along with the fact that although there’ll still be plenty of tarantula stuff happening that weekend next year’s Tours

are already completely booked.  Wowee!  Sunday, fun day…the usual blue

and coming out of the creek [a bit chilly] we ran into Bill and Mu, just returned from Cali, so

caught up, made plans for the week[s] ahead* and continued home to a quiet day of work

and reading.

*We strategized about work on the library of course but also Friday will see the arrival of Luz, Christine and Izel as well as possibly qoqbob, old friend of Libre who has been bicycling in our direction from Maryland since the beginning of September followed Saturday by Dirk Van Dall and a crew out of New York coming to interview Luz, Linda and Dean for a film about Mark Di Suvero.  We’ll see what comes of all that but in any event there’ll be some heavy provisioning to do in Pueblo Tuesday as well as a whole lot of house [and cabin] cleaning before week’s end.

3 thoughts on “Coloring in…

  1. Janet Whitchurch

    We have yet to feel like Fall here. While there are more trees that turn in autumn than I remember a a child, it is nothing like what you show, or we see in Wilmette when we are back there. The photos show the wonderful transformation of your forest walk.k

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    1. mikesmoore Post author

      But when we go down the road a little – and not much – almost nothing has turned yet. Still no frost at night…

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