I long for it

It's been a year since I left California for Colorado for what became one of the most important and eye opening periods of my life thus far. After living in Boulder, Colorado for five months and experiencing the magic of seasons and the blissful perfection of living at the foot of the Rocky Mountains, all I can do is miss it and dream of it nightly. It's becoming increasingly difficult living in an area that I don't feel inspired in.  I have much still to explore locally and I'm in good company, so all is far from lost. Although everything is temporary, I feel like I'm stuck in a state of dreaming of somewhere else, and that's never healthy.

A typical late Colorado afternoon.

Local Attractions

Living in Boulder, Colorado gives me the oppurtunity to leave the house, bike or drive in any direction and find something interesting to photograph within 5 minutes, guaranteed. Here's an example of this from this morning. I drove south a few minutes to finally shoot this aboandoned barn that I had seen before. The morning light today was really nice, so I decided that today was the day. It's relaxing in a sense to know that at any time I can get away from whatever I'm working on and go out and shoot photos and come back with something new each time.

Things just tend to get left to decay in Colorado. You see similar buildings like this everywhere.

My parkjob.

Big sky

It's literally right off of the road, passed by thousands a day.

Shock to the system

So it finally happened; I woke up and and the ground had frozen over night. The local Colorado inhabitants probably couldn't care less, but me being the California raised surfer kid that I am walked out in astonishment. About as soon as I couldn't tolerate standing in the cold anymore I ran inside to grab the camera. These are my findings on the first frost of the season as seen by new eyes.

Frost.

Everything has been lightly coated in ice.

Yup. That's my breath clouding in front of my face.

The grass is frozen solid. I never imagined leaving footprints like this in grass.

Mountain Biking

Since being away from the coast, I've had to find something to help ease my pains of missing the ocean and being immersed physically and mentally in nature. That thing has happend to be mountain biking. Jefri and I are biking more and more almost daily, and loving every bit of it. Here's the few photos we have of each other on bikes from a recent trip two hours south of Boulder to an open space called Red Rocks which had phenomenal riding.

This is Wyoming

Welcoming the fall colors with open arms

Not really having seasons is something you must overcome when living in southern California. Being there my entire life I could only say that I had seen mere glimpses of seasons; a little rain and some cold in winter, a short bloom of green come spring, then heat until winter. Fall damn near doesn't exist some years. Being here in Colorado I'm just starting to get my first glimpses of what fall will be. These are from this mornings bike ride. I'm stoked thus far. Much more to come I'm sure.

New Terrain

Living so close to the Rocky Mountains has so many benefits. There is an endless supply of hiking and biking trails that range from the foothills to the 8,600ft peaks. I'm hoping to get more hiking in soon before it gets colder.

Tales from the road Pt. 2

Coffee and bikes at the ready. Outside Moab, Utah. 

360˚ Pano off of Highway 128 in Utah. Click to enlarge.

Made me think of what Mars would be like with some life.

Delicate Arch, Arches National Park, Utah.

No name canyon off of the I-70.

Tales from the road Pt. 1

This last month has been one of the most adventurous and exciting months in my whole life (thus far that is). I have been wandering, hiking, driving, and biking around Colorado now for about a month now, and I have seen things that I had only previously imagined existed somewhere. I have hundreds of new photos, so I'll start slow.

Outside Cedar City, our first stop for the night.

Sand Arch, Arches National Park, Utah

Me rigging up a portrait of  us.