Not the first or last dumb idea

A month or so ago Chris and I went skiing in Golden. On our way back we decided to stop on the new bridge they build over the kicking horse river, which is a pretty high bridge. Since it was so high, I wanted to sit on the hand rail while semi's wizzed by. If you know me the least bit, you know that I crave adrenaline. When I showed my dad this he freaked out but I told him atleast I wasn't standing on it...Look pa' no hands. Photo courtesy Chris...he is an amazing photographer

white, brown and green?

My roomate Bri is from St. Paul. In St. Paul she lives on a ranch with chickens that lays different colored eggs. I thought it was so cool so I took a picture. The brown and green eggs in this picture are from the same chicken, I believe the white ones are from a different chicken. chhhhhhheckitout.

Here comes the sun

Yesterday I took my time walking to work and took some pictures. I took a picture of the street I work on which was just doused by the falling sun. No Im not a bum I don't work on the street but a building that is on the street. It was dope.

Pink rims and a mass spoiler

I like cars and goofy looking things and this car was parked in my parking lot so I had to take a photo. Imprezzzzzzzzzza!

busy busy busy

I have ignored my blog for the past long little while and this is mainly because grad school is ruling my life. Today I went for a walk, chilled out and cleaned the house with music. Living in a big city, I am always in a hurry, so I like to slow it down once in a while and pretend Im in a small town. I am working on a poetry book and it is probably going to come out in June. Copy's are probably going to be $8 or $10. If you want a copy I would be happy to mail it to you.

This is me cleaning the house and singing to band of horses. They are a good band for this...

When my book falls

As the embers of my heart
Are assured when I must part
You will see and find
Even though you seem bottled and blind

With the waterfalls of faith
With my idol’s fate gone forth
And my faith in them never frazzled
Friend or not I will never lose hope

Hoping the hornet’s nest will leave soon
To lay your burdens home

Grace is all I pour
It may seem silently sore
But I know it’s from my callused core

Right now, more is to remain unknown
Less you’re supposed to tow alone
But all shall be as if it had never been sewn

When my book falls down bellow

Marveling

Marveling over an ancient element at dawn

Expressing a vociferous passion this morning,
About the actions of the sun’s rays fragmenting its beauty,
It’s about a bomb exploding into infinity of pieces of shrapnel,
Have you seen the sun today?
Stunned by brightness of such a distant dusk

Bringing upon of stories of beauty
Conversing of sights, sounds, smells…
And a feeling of a sixth sense,
The one that causes a shiver in your spine

Comes northern lights in the day
A soft mirror of red and orange
The giving of a message of unknowingness
With the reception of puzzlement
In a universe of gratefulness

Illuminating to white by fire
Clearing of the soft mirrors
Coming of the randomness
Disillusion of patterns

The marveling over an ancient element at dawn