some of the beautiful blues that filled the sky all day long in utah. it's a bit easier to carry around a 45lb. pack when you're surrounded by stunning skies. i would actually recommend clicking on these for a clearer view. not sure why blogger is giving these thumbnails low resolution.
some of the flora in canyonlands national park, utah. almost everything is some shade of brown, and it takes a minute to really see that it is truly beautiful and actually very diverse. and, i think, calming in in monochromaticism and stunning in contrast to the blue, blue sky.
"come to me for rest and refreshment. the journey has been too much for you and you are weary. do not be ashamed of your exhaustion. instead, see it as an opportunity for me to take charge of your life..."
...walking up to the tree i was attempting to work on a paper about the nazi seizure of art, but was distracted by the fact that it's the day before election day... what a cozy place.
i spend a lot of time at the same place (crooked tree coffee house), so a lot of my pictures have been there lately. that's ok with me because i really love it there.
i thought to do military pin ups, but there weren't enough appropriate ones. so, instead, vintage posters from ww1 and ww2. the ribbons, of course, are my favorite part - took forever to tie with two together, but i love the way it turned out.
"Many poets are not poets for the same reason that many religious men are not saints: They never succeed in being themselves...How do you expect to arrive at the end of your own journey if take the road to another man's city? How do you expect to reach your own perfection by leading someone else's life? His sanctity will never be yours: You must have the humility to work out your own salvation in a darkness where you are absolutely alone..." - Thomas Merton, Seeds of Contemplation
"Realizing that things can never again be as they once were, and feeling that something precious has been taken away, we are all too likely to conclude that the golden age lies somewhere behind us. The people who lived in it may not have known that it was a golden age, but we discover it for them and string out long tales, sad and beautiful in sunset red and gold, about the ease and peace that once lay upon the earth. We center our hopes on something that is long gone; knowing that the future cannot be as rich and rewarding as the irrecoverable past, we let it take care of itself. The land of night must be marvelous; it contains the best the race can ever have." - Bruce Catton, Waiting on the Morning Train