Morning Walk
I don’t know if I would get out every morning and hike four or five miles before breakfast if I didn’t have a dog, but I do have a dog, two dogs in fact. So every morning, we’re out there; wind, rain, snow or shine.
I don’t know if I would get out every morning and hike four or five miles before breakfast if I didn’t have a dog, but I do have a dog, two dogs in fact. So every morning, we’re out there; wind, rain, snow or shine.
We journeyed to Kansas a few days ago to take the dogs to the vet; a little over an hour each way. There were some nice clouds at sunrise, so I grabbed the Df and a bag filled with vintage glass.
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Going somewhere isn’t the reason I’m out there, though; I’m supposed to be embracing the journey.
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I was sailing along in an amazing vortex, harvesting energy instead of expending it. It felt like the electrons inside me were celebrating, dancing to the sweet song of the Meadowlark as I increased my speed towards Emerald City.
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The Df has been my favorite camera for almost a decade. It has a complete set of manual dials and knobs and can handle every Nikkor lens made prior to its birth in 2013.
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The big three ingredients (pork, peppers, and beans) were all from the Centennial State, so we decided to name the dish “Chile Verde de Colorado con Cerdo y Frijoles.”
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Fifty-degree temperature swings aren’t unusual here on the High Plains, but it still sends a shock wave through the system when it happens… Brrr.
Space isn’t emptiness to be filled; it’s a canvas of possibility. It serves as the quiet framework that holds our chaotic lives together.
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July and the Tour de France are two-thirds of the way over. I celebrated by going for a bike ride.
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The idiom “stuck in a rut” came to mind as I dodged and weaved, looking for solid ground to ride.
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