Monday, March 21, 2016

all things rusty














Mr Sage and I are lovers of all things rusty. When we came upon a camp, an old camp, on the far side of the mesa, we began to explore and we began to dream.
The dreams were filled with canvas tents and biscuits and horseshoes. There were dreams of long-ago days on the mesa, no cell phones and no roads.

I wandered among the old rusty cans that spilled down the side of the mesa. Mr Sage broke out the metal detector. The dogs chased rabbits.
There were no museum-quality treasures to be found, but we were so immersed in the past, so in touch with the people that once camped on our mesa, that the treasure was in the experience itself.

Oh how we love our mesa....and how it loves us back.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

where I've been and what I've been doing

















In a grand circle that always comes back around, I have been dividing my time between Colorado, Utah, and New Mexico.

I've seen wild skies, peaceful afternoons, and great adventures.
Happy dogs.
Blown-out dog boots.
Secret patches of snow.
And I've seen the place I love more that anywhere on earth one more time.

Unpredictable. Sometimes warm. Sometimes cold.
Springtime in the high desert.

It's one of my favorite times of year.