Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Tales from Kobi: Meyer Homestead Trail at Walker Ranch

Mom has a knack for starting our adventures in the afternoon. So, we were traveling up winding Flagstaff Rd. toward the Meyer Homestead Trail about 2:30 when suddenly she put on the brakes. On the left side of the road was a deer. Then she noticed three more just to the right of our car. She got a couple pictures through the open windows and continued. Unfortunately, with all the switchbacks and slow starts, I tossed my kibbles in the back seat. I haven't done that in a long time. Usually I'm a very good traveler. I just curl up and sleep until we reach our destination. Good thing mom had put a towel down. She stopped again to clean up and off we went to the trailhead.

After checking the map at the trailhead, learning it was a 2.6 mile one-way trip, we were off.

Not far up the trail there was an entire herd of deer. There must have been 13 or 14 of them. The sun shone on the prairie grasses and let outlines around the deer, highlighting there bodies. Simply beautiful. Those big guys and gals just stared. I didn't care much, just wanted to move on, but Mom just loves the wildlife. She stops at every chance.

Off to the west of the trail was what she assumes is the homestead. It was a bright spot in the buff meadow as the sun lowered in the afternoon sky.

Oh, that's me. I'm just trucking along. Although the air was reasonably warm, there were still some snow patches and puddles along the way. I love those puddles, but Mom always tries to steer me around them so she won't have to give me a bath. Well, sometimes that works!

Early on there were signs warning of mountain lions. That scares Mom a little bit because I'm just a little guy, but she has never seen a mountain lion or bear so reminded herself of the actions necessary if we did encounter them. We moved on as if in a protective bubble.

Right about this time, I heard Mom exclaim, "Oh, shoot ... the battery's dead." She hadn't recharged her Nikon battery. Well, no worries. She still had her cell phone.

There is a special beauty about the bare aspen groves in winter. They shine a grey-white in the sunlight while standing attention.

I'd love to tell you I took this picture of my mama, but she never lets me take the pictures. It's so good to see some color in her cheeks. I love it when she's happy and somehow nature just nurtures her in so many ways. It's freedom. Introspection. Listening to the quiet except for her footfalls that crunch in the hardened snow in spots and the dirt trail in others.

There was a lot of "up" on this trail and Mom began to question if she could make it to the terminus before the sun set. She pushed it a bit close. Fortunately, a runner who passed her earlier was coming back down. Said the terminus was only about a 5 minute run down. That probably meant a 15 minute continuance up. Whew! We would make it.

Here we are at the bench at the trail terminus. The bench has a bronze plaque with the initials JDW--James D. Walker for whom the ranch is named.

This picture does not do the vista justice. The expanse of the snow-topped Rocky Mountains was stunning. We took just a few minutes to sit and take in the view and rest. If we'd come earlier it would have been a wonderful place to eat a snack, breathe in the fresh air, and contemplate.

On the way down with the sun waning, the Aspens brighten with their white-grey bark.

And the colors of the meadow brush heighten.

We got to the car just in time to see the black silhouette of the Rocky Mountains against the sky. So glad we weren't walking the trail in the dark. Mom gave me water. She snacked on nuts on the drive home. It was a good day. We're back in the groove.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Creative Expressions: Rough day yesterday

Well, every day can't be a red letter day. And that was Wednesday. We all have them. Lousy days. Amazingly, I haven't had a day like that since last year!

The good news is I put my tools to work ... journaling and creative art. After a rough day yesterday and a mind-numbing day today, my creativity came back to life. Admittedly, it's a little dark, but I feel the cloud lifting.

There you go. There is proof that this stuff works.

I promise I'll post some pretty bracelets I've made recently soon. Maybe even tomorrow.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Tales from Kobi: Old Photo New Face

Mom loves me so much she often uses me as her model and muse. This photo was taken last year. I was peeking around the wall with my red ball beside me. Waiting. Just waiting for Mom to play with me. Now, don't take me wrong, she plays with me a lot and takes me for walks, but in this moment she was more interested in taking a picture of my cute face. :-) Sometimes she gets in a hurry to catch the picture ... this one is a little fuzzy, like me.

So today, she decided to work in Photoshop and play with clipping my mug into the K in my name. Then for some who may not know my name (can't be many now) she added the other letters. There aren't many fonts that are suitable for this technique. Today she used Poplar Std.

I guess you could call this a TBT (throwback Thursday). Short and sweet. That's it for today ... I need my nap. Snuggling up beside my Mama.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Fun with friends - making Christmas globes

Yesterday, I had a grand time at my friend Susan's making Christmas globes ... thanks, Susan! Her friend, Katie, was there too. It was a lot of fun. We each made something slightly different since the glasses came in different shapes.

Here's mine.

I think I might just have some fun making more of these! It might protect me from my recent fudge overload!!

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Holiday Cards - Deadline 11/26 noon MST

It’s that time of year ... When the bells jingle, dreidels are spun, houses are decorated, and families gather. I'm a little behind on getting my announcement out. Don't know where the time went, but here it is.

If you haven’t chosen your holiday cards this year, here’s an opportunity. I decided to take orders this year, so get your pre-paid orders to me by Wednesday, 11/26 noon MST and I’ll have them ready after Thanksgiving (~12/3). Feel free to mix and match.

Order information:

12 designs (images attached / pdf can be enlarged for detail):

1 It’s a holly jolly Christmas
2 Hanging Christmas balls
3 Icicle
4 Jingle bells
5 'Tis the Season
6 Joy Candles
7 Clear Creek, Golden, CO – B/W
8 The gift of a snowy day
9 Kobi – Peace
10 Snowy rose
11 Red berries
12 White berries

Dimensions are 4.875 square with a 5 x 5 white envelope, printed on a high quality paper.
Cards will be package in a ziploc bag.

REMINDER: square format takes additional postage, .65 (1st class + .20) 

  1. Select card images you like (yes, you can mix and match)
  2. Contact me through my contact page with your quantities and image numbers 
  3. Pay with the PayPal link below; choose quantities of 12, 24, 36

Greeting Cards

Thanks so much. I look forward to hearing from you!

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Tales from Kobi: Heading North

With all the time Mom has you'd think she could have completed a blog post for a trip we took two and a half weeks ago. Not. But here it is.

On Monday, October 27, she decided it was time for an adventure. Shortly thereafter we were heading north with no particular destination in mind. She's like that sometimes. Spontaneous. So we jumped in the car and off we went at about 1:30 in the afternoon.

"How about Wyoming," she said. I just laid there on the back seat thinking anyplace is okay with me as long as I get to go for a walk.

Well, we drove and drove up I-25. She woke me up, "OMG, there are buffalo." Then she muttered, going too fast to stop. I know she was disappointed that she didn't get a picture since it was the first time she'd seen buffalo. Oh well. We kept going until she saw a sign for Curt Gowdy State Park and decided that might be a good place to explore.

First, we saw a wind farm which always seems to fascinate her. Stop start, click click, stop start. A few pictures of the giant propellers later we're speeding along again.

Stop again. The wind was blowing and the vanes of the windmill were rotating very fast. Mom got out of the car and was gone for what seemed a long time. She walked up the road to catch some extra pictures. Even saw a dead deer by the side of the road. That must have been quite unpleasant.

Then on we went.

We finally made it to the Curt Gowdy State Park and got out so I could do my business. It was a bit blustery, so we didn't stay by the lake long. We headed up to the Visitors Center to learn more about the area. Mom wasn't in there long before she came back out to get me.

Meet Diana and Cathleen ... the hosts at the Center. Mom chatted for quite some time with them and guess what ...

I made a new friend ... Shiraz, a Goldendoodle. Oh my, we had such a blast. That's me ... the blurry whir of fur on top of Shiraz. Mom laughed. It is always good that I can make her happy, especially with my playful antics with another furry pal.

After a while Shiraz and I were totally worn out. Huffing and puffing. We rested while Mom asked Diana for recommendations on a route home. As she looked at a map, she picked out a dirt road and asked if we could get to the highway before sundown. Diana thought so and said that it would be the more scenic option.

As you can see, we were on the dirt road now and we started to see rock formations. Good thing because there wasn't much else out there.

Do you see the puppy dog in the formation above? That's what caught Mom's eye. Another bunch of stop start, click click, stop start.

After quite some time, lots of washboard bumpy road, Mom was looking at a massive, but not too exciting monument ... the Ames Monument built in memory of the Ames brothers, Oakes and Oliver, Union Pacific Railroad financiers, completed  in 1882. The pyramid monument's base is 60' square and stands 8,247' high. It was dedicated to the Ames brothers for their work completing the first U.S. Transcontinental Railroad in 1869. Unfortunately, the brothers were involved in a financial scandal and the monument was built in an effort to reclaim the reputation of Union Pacific Railroad. The cost then was ~$65,000, equivalent of ~$1.4 million today.

Suddenly she stopped as a herd of Pronghorn Antelope crossed the dirt road. Oooo, oooo, photo opp! There must have been a dozen of them.

They watched us and ate. Click, click, click. We must have sat there for 10-15 minutes just watching them back. On we went down this forever-dirt-road. It was no longer washboardy. That was good for me.

Mom talks to herself often on these adventures off the beaten path (this near Tie Siding, WY). There was a period she thought she was lost. The sun was setting. "Please little Buddha (the one on a bracelet she got for free at Light the Night), get me to a paved road before sunset."

Even with that bit of anxiety she noted how beautiful the landscape was. "Funny, I feel less lonely way out here than I do at home." I wondered what she meant by that, but of course she knew. It was just a feeling.

We arrived home at 7:45pm. It was good to go on an adventure. It had been a long time since we did a drive like that.

Thanks for stopping by, my friends. Mom sends her love.
I like it when she lets me tell the story.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Transitions and somethings new

Autumn is my favorite time of year. There is a distinct feel in the air of change and with the changing colors of the leaves a distinct indication of coming transition. This time of year has always been a time to consider new things to come and typically lasts through New Year's Day when I host my Dream Board Party when I set intentions for the new year. I have often gotten new jobs during the third quarter of the year. Maybe a omen for me this year. It's time for me to begin the search which begins with that ominous question, What do you want to do with your life? I have some thinking to do. This has always been a difficult question for me. Do I have an aversion to commitment? Hmmm ... I never thought so. I'm committed to lots of things: keeping my health now that I've been given a second chance, giving back to the cancer cause, getting out into nature, taking pictures, blogging, and more.

I'm so enjoying my time volunteering for the Healing Arts Program at Presbyterian St. Luke's. How do I turn that into a paying position--there or somewhere else? I ponder. I am official at PSL, like being an employee. I have a badge, parking privileges, and webpage.

Red, yellow, and green ... windy and overcast ... taken yesterday on my way home from errands.

Yellow leaves with sunlight streaming through ... taken three days ago.

I love Sarah Huizenga's photos of her paisley rain boots, so this is my version with my new Danskos. Many of the nurses at the hospital wear these and praise their comfort. I love them and I needed something fun to wear. In only a few days, I've gotten lots of "I love those" comments. What a great conversation starter!

I love the picture from down low, but I didn't realize how dusty they were already!

At the Light the Night Walk, there was a sweet gal, Linda, who was giving away some of her jewelry pieces to survivors. I was attracted immediately to the little Buddha bracelet. Unfortunately, she did not have business cards and I was unable to get her contact info.

I've already acquired a couple "somethings new" that make me feel great on a daily basis! That's what life is about, isn't it?