Wind Machine

Old fashion maybe but functional nonetheless.  Farmers had it figured out a long, long time ago.

Wind Machine

Can't Decide

It is just hard for some to decide.  Take this leaf for example.  It seems to have started out purple, changed its mind and tried a darker purple and finally decided to blend in with its peers later in life and switched to green.  There are some that go through such stages over many years of life and others who go through them in a matter of minutes.  In any case, is sure spices up life for those around them.

Can' Decide

Painting the Sky

This one is a little deceptive.  It actually is taken inside of a restaurant--not out in the drought stricken farmlands.  While sitting at a window seat waiting for our food to come I noticed some of these wheat staffs (or weeds or whatever--I don't know plants--all I do is kill them if I have to take care of them) in a decorative vase on the table.  I picked up one of these and held it up against the window an captured this image. 

You never know where some images may be lurking.  Keep your eyes open and of course the best camera is the one you have with you.....

Painting the Sky

Stuck....Somewhere in Time

Visiting Eden (a small, mountain community not related to The Garden of Eden although life seems pretty good there) and came across this old truck on the back side of a farmer's barn, close to the street.  It begged to be part of my camera roll.  Looks like it was had a hard working life until one day it just could not go any further.  The farmer must have pulled it off to the side to the road and continued on with his farm duties without a second thought  That must have been back in 1967 according to the license plate on the vehicle.  Now it stands as a memory of a formerly hard working truck not ready for the grave just yet......

Stuck...Somewhere in Time

Bobsled Head

This is the very helmet that cradled my head while hurling down the cement bobsled track in a wheeled 4-man bobsled at almost 70 mph pulling up to 4 G's in the turns.  Summertime at the Olympic Sports Park in Park City, Utah on the bobsled track used in the 2002 winter Olympics.  The summertime run is cheap and slow.  The winter run costs more than 3 times the summer fare, obtains speeds of close to 80 mph and pulls up to 5 G's.....  I'll check this off my bucket list using the summer run.  Too much youth has passed under this bridge to subject myself to more torture than the "calm" summer ride.

Bobsled Head

The Icemeister

At the top of the bobsled run in the Utah Olympic Sports Park is a monument dedicated to The IceMeister--the guy who was master of the ice on the winter bobsled run built for the Park City 2002 Winter Olympic games.  He died of cancer and this monument was built in his honor.  It stands overlooking the valley.  We sat next to this monument a week ago as we received our pre-bobsled, summer ride briefing.  "Rough ride, 4 G's of force, no wimps allowed......"  Man was she ever telling the truth.  That ride was like being strapped into an electric paint can shaker mounted at the end of a 50 foot whirling boom on a centrifugal force machine.  But I digress....  This monument reminded me of a ball and catcher in jai alai.

The Icemeister

Blue Blood

The phrase "blue blood" refers to nobility or social status.  I don't know the origin of that definition but just one look at the leaves on this plant made me think that God must have some special feelings for these in His garden.

Blue Blood

Frozen in Time

Yea it would be great to get a live bird and create this photo opp.  However, this bronze bird poses really well (at least for one pose) and doesn't blink when the shutter fires....

Frozen in Time

Game Table

Every place needs one.  This one is off the beaten path and half surrounded by rocks.  Bring on the chess pieces..... (or checkers if you prefer fast moving play)......

Game Table

The Gathering Place

This hotel lobby is simple and direct.  A single white blossom anchors the neatly arranged furniture group.  This is the place to meet before venturing out to the Rocky Mountain splendor that awaits just outside the doors.

The Gathering Place