the mother with the mostest

(especially in the children department).

thank you for bringing me

into this world.

crackle...meep...hello earthlings...

Drive-In

Mt. Pleasant, Utah

Now Playing:

The Rapture

super moon!

although if you ask me,

every full moon is pretty super...

...Find your flaws

endearing.

Given your pick

make it your flesh

you would choose

to inhabit.

-Samantha Rey

Happy Record Store Day!

Fielding Garr Sheep Ranch

hello little owls, are you up there?

didn't see any owls, but I spotted a pond of watercress,

pretty, old bottles in the root cellar,

old cars and a tractor in the field,

wrought iron relics,

and a horse saddled up, ready to ride...

The first settler on Antelope Island, Fielding Garr was sent by the LDS Church in 1848, to establish a ranch for "church tithing herds". The ranch was owned and operated by the church until the 1870's for the purpose of providing funds for the Perpetual Emigration Fund, which financed the emigration of Mormon converts from Europe to Utah.

source

Pathways, Portals....

and prarie dogs, posing for peanuts.

Southern Utah rocks!

to be continued...

through the eye of the sky she went...

Leap

before you look...

Our dream of safety

has to disappear.

Happy Leap Day!

Leap Before You Look

The sense of danger must not disappear:

The way is certainly both short and steep,
However gradual it looks from here;
Look if you like, but you will have to leap.

Tough-minded men get mushy in their sleep
And break the by-laws any fool can keep;
It is not the convention but the fear
That has a tendency to disappear.

The worried efforts of the busy heap,
The dirt, the imprecision, and the beer
Produce a few smart wisecracks every year;
Laugh if you can, but you will have to leap.

The clothes that are considered right to wear
Will not be either sensible or cheap,
So long as we consent to live like sheep
And never mention those who disappear.

Much can be said for social savior-faire,
Bu to rejoice when no one else is there
Is even harder than it is to weep;
No one is watching, but you have to leap.

A solitude ten thousand fathoms deep
Sustains the bed on which we lie, my dear:
Although I love you, you will have to leap;
Our dream of safety has to disappear.

-W.H. Auden

Venus

is winking at me from the sky tonight.

Love

Love is free, free is love

Love is living, living love...

I love this song.

And you. I love you, too.