If you haven’t been following Kassi over on her personal blog, by all means go there and check it out. She’s been killing it lately, posting about all the family stuff I’m supposed to be getting to over on this site, but have been too lame to do. I swear she can fire off 3 or 4 posts by the time I’m done editing the same number of photos. Practice, I guess? Her latest one about the John Muir books she’s been collecting has put me in a very vacation-y kind of mood. I thought it was funny that she called me out for still working on photos from two years ago, which is true. But I have learned (what I think is) a whole lot in the meantime, and my camera and software suite, and hopefully my editing sensibilities, have evolved a great deal in that time. It’s been fun revisiting those not-so-old photos and reminiscing on the times we spent out on the road in some very rugged country. I’d honestly forgotten just how pretty it was up in Colorado the summer of 2017. Anyway, enjoy the blog and hopefully get inspired yourself. John Muir was a great man, one of this nation’s finest. And more to come here on all that as well.
One wonders how one gets to be a known walker. Do you introduce yourself? Do you have to register at the office? Are there name tags?
In any event, I would love to get my hands on that (presumably massive) unknown mall walker dossier down at the precinct. Must be how they break in the rookie detectives.
These were like 10 cents a piece before Ready Player One came out. #classic80s
There’s no denying we live in troubled times in this country. Shared celebrations are a respite from the hate that seems set to smother our culture. They also serve as milestones, reminding us of the passage of time and providing a useful historical perspective on our own lives and the times we share with each other. For our part, we plan to celebrate like we haven’t in a while, venturing down to the mall later for the big party, then fireworks later tonight. Before that I’ll be grilling pizzas in the backyard, and I hope to get a lot of today on camera.
I just want to ask a question Who really cares? To save a world in despair Who really cares? There’ll come a time, when the world won’t be singing Flowers won’t grow, bells won’t be ringing Who really cares? Who’s willing to try to save a world Thats destined to die When I look at the world it fills me with sorrow Little children today are really gonna suffer tomorrow Oh, what a shame, such a bad way to live All who is to blame, we can’t stop living Live, live for life But let live everybody Live life for the children Oh, for the children You see, let’s save the children Let’s save all the children Save the babies, save the babies If you wanna love, you got to save the babies All of the children But who really cares Who’s willing to try Yea, to save a world Yea, save our sweet world Save a world that is destined to die
