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This blog is a quickie. In fact “quickie” seems to have become a primary part of my vocabulary of late. Time feels compressed, and I’m not so sure it’s because we are getting older. I think time IS moving faster. Some days we get little done. This wasn’t one of those days because Jim and I were up early. I walked half an hour around our circle. Then the two of us met a neighbor couple at 7:45 for breakfast at The Rooster’s Crow. After that we shopped for food, stopped by the nursery to look at annuals, came home, read the Sunday Denver Post a bit, put in some laundry, and thought about glazing pots—which is what we did next–until we lost our oooomph.

Today’s glazing included Jim’s working on his smaller pieces such as mugs . . .


. . . and bowls. He made a number of stamps out of Styrofoam . . . thus the pattern.


I glazed chip & dip platters. The colorful one in the right corner is a plate from several years back. That’s roughly what I was aiming for — that color pattern.


We may finish loading the kiln tomorrow, but first I’ll need to glaze the dip bowls for the chip & dips and also the heart bowls requested by our galleries.

We shall SEE. My weekly writing group is taking a break for the summer, which gives me an extra day in the week to handle the day to day stuff.


Here’s a close-up of one of Jim’s masks hanging on the side of our garage, which has become a display wall for our hang-ups . . .

Water, Water, Water

It’s been cool and rainy for a month. Very un-Colorado-like. Very much like the Amazon rainforest. Today Jim and I went to  look at the Town Lake.  Normally this waterfall is around a 10-foot drop.


Cottonwood Creek feeds Town Lake. It exits at the above waterfall and flows under the bridge at Main Street.



On the other side of Main Street, Cottonwood Creek resumes its course toward the Arkansas River:



Sandbags are in place in case the tunnel under Main Street isn’t adequate to contain the raging waters.



This was Mt. Princeton 3 weeks ago, heavily layered with snow.


As I write this I hear thunder rolling off the mountains to the west. It will be another wet night. With the rain, most of the snow has melted. This is a picture of Mt. Princeton tonight.



Melting snow and daily/nightly rain is causing extreme high water in the Arkansas River and tributaries such as Cottonwood Creek. Who knows what tomorrow will bring!



Jim had never been to the Royal Gorge, and I had not been there since 1986 . . . so you know a few things had changed. But not the canyon. Thank goodness the gorge had the good sense to stay put, except for maybe carving another fraction of an inch deeper. I took this picture of the gorge and bridge from inside the gondola.



Here’s a picture of the two of us inside our gondola cabin. There were 5 of us in here and the other couple took selfies with a phone but we needed their assistance to take our picture with my camera.



And here’s a telephoto picture I took later in the day from the bridge when the two gondolas were crossing. The gondola is free with the price of entering the park ($18 each for Jim and me).




We did not find the gondola ride scary. It is a brand new addition to the park, after a forest fire devastated most of the buildings two years ago. The visitor center has been rebuilt. A few buildings are still under construction.

While I could stomach the gondola ride and the incredible gorge bridge, the zip line across the abyss and a giant swing over the canyon felt overdone and even grotesque. But people were lining up for the adrenalin rush. Here’s a picture of the swing apparatus.



We watched while a man experienced the swing (not a free ride). He was trussed up and then pulled way up high and way back before being cut loose to swing over the gorge about 10 times. He was lowered slowly as he continued to swing until his handlers convinced him to grab a loop rope and dismount.




This is a tourist trap that I can endorse for families. Normally I would hate the Disneyland kind of abomination being done to a natural wonder. I cannot imagine this being done at the Grand Canyon or the Black Canyon of the Gunnison. But somehow it works at the Gorge. The Gorge bridge is something I think everyone (who is not terrified of heights) should experience. Walking across the canyon on that extraordinary bridge is unforgettable. The structure itself is an engineering feat that makes one appreciate all the great suspension bridges in our country.We walked across during a high wind and could feel the floor undulate slightly under our feet.



Going There

Jim and I “got out of Dodge” Thursday and Friday, returning Saturday (today). Our destination: Florence, Colorado, about 60 miles from home. Here are some images from the beginning of our trip.

We took some cash from the local bank. While Jim pulled the greenbacks out of the machine, I photographed Mt. Princeton through the newly leafed out cottonwoods.



Our first stop–Salida and the Steamplant Annex flanked by spring-fresh Oriental poppies.



We walked through the Valley Visions Art Exhibition in Salida and then the Challenge Show at the Salida Regional Library where my drawing (“The Cat Knows but Won’t Tell”) is displayed along side other art and poetry submissions. The challenge was to create a piece of art or writing with the theme of “something hidden.” What is hidden in my picture is the possibility that rocks have secrets they can tell — if a person knows how to listen.




The irony was that as we drove Highway 50 from Salida to Canon City, we were stuck for nearly an hour waiting while a fresh rockfall was cleared from one lane of the highway. It struck me that perhaps the rocks knew when to fall so that no one would be hurt.




The night of May 18, started with rain. It turned to snow during the night and was the wettest snow we had ever seen. I spent an hour with a broom, beating snow from branches.



Three of our pinyon trees succumbed to the weight–simply fell over on their faces:



The following day, the snow was gone, but the damage was done, leaving in its wake many branches that simply snapped off. The storm took the old and the weak, such as the pinyon in front of our house:



Many people in our town suffered similar damage. Everyone is grateful for the water, for we’ve been in prolonged drought. And thankfully, there’s been no flooding in our area.


This morning it was 27 degrees when I opened my eyes. Here’s a picture of the back fence.



And here’s the front deck with, I’d say, six inches of fresh snow. Of course before the snow came rain, so more moisture was added up front.



And here’s the fog rising from the Arkansas River. I bet the kayakers were down there in their wet suits.



And here’s what Jim did after shoveling the deck and sidewalks:



It’s a loaf of Irish bread. Yum. All gone after lunch and dinner. It sure was pretty!

And that’s our Mother’s Day story.

Jim and I have both had The Crud, or maybe it’s Son of Crud, because I had a bout of some foreign beast back in January. Then another version caught me by surprise about the time I was shoveling a foot of snow in April. I moved into the guest room downstairs so as not to disturb my better half. And then he caught it from me. Both of us feverish, hacking and blowing. I’m mostly well now but he is still stuck in the muck.


We managed to set up tables and sort pots for upcoming deliveries. The table in the foreground is earmarked for The Creative Eye in Denver. Gallery owner Larry Hart has never seen our cat mugs or cat bowls. We will include those in his delivery toward the end of May.


This table (shown below) will go to Stonehenge in Georgetown, owned by Alice Selby. She is long overdue for cat-ware.


The table nearest the garage door is crammed with deliveries for two stores. One is our in-town Courtyard Gallery and Gifts.  The other is the Frisco Emporium, whose manager has been after us for months needing more pottery.



Even though it’s cold and rainy and I’d rather take a nap or feed the furry cats, I’d better get out to the garage and start pricing pots for May deliveries!



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