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Moments before sun sank into horizon, the huge cloud on upper right side couldn't be captured in full, it would have required a wider angle than 24mm used here.
Taylor drove Darla and I to Lake Monroe one day while we were visiting Bloomington. The lake itself is kind of dirty and the beaches are hard and littered, but we took some pictures and discovered a Boy Scout house.
"There’s simply no real substitute for physical presence.
We delude ourselves when we say otherwise, when we invoke and venerate “quality time,” a shopworn phrase with a debatable promise: that we can plan instances of extraordinary candor, plot episodes of exquisite tenderness, engineer intimacy in an appointed hour.
[…]
But people tend not to operate on cue. At least our moods and emotions don’t. We reach out for help at odd points; we bloom at unpredictable ones. The surest way to see the brightest colors, or the darkest ones, is to be watching and waiting and ready for them.”
⋅—Frank Bruni’s wonderful New York Times essay on the myth of “quality time.”
New Landscaping at the Denver Butterfly Pavilion is going on all around this very cool wind-powered kinetic sculpture.
"Chasing Light" arrives at Butterfly Pavilion after flood setback.
Butterfly Pavilion’s front entrance is home to a new wind-powered kinetic sculpture from Lyons-based artist John King.
Commissioned in June 2013, the original work-in-progress was wiped out along with King’s studio at his home along the St. Vrain Creek in Lyons during the historic flood last September. After rebuilding his studio at what is locally known as “The River House,” King restarted construction of the piece and completed the dancing sculpture in May 2014"
This was taken before the typhoon hit the area so the waves were extra huge and just kept rolling and rolling.
“Does the sun ask itself, "Am I good? Am I worthwhile? Is there enough of me?" No, it burns and it shines. Does the sun ask itself, "What does the moon think of me? How does Mars feel about me today?" No it burns, it shines. Does the sun ask itself, "Am I as big as other suns in other galaxies?" No, it burns, it shines.”
—Andrea Dworkin (1946-2005)