The teenager.

I acquired the Legal Dude's old Macbook and found a treasure trove of photos of the teenager in sundry roles...

Harry Potter & the Black Bead Armlet

The Rock Star

The Strawberry Dude

A Boy & his Dog

A Boy & his Dog (& Cat)

Universal education.

He learned in school what to look for. 

Right Brain.

Mrs. Peacock.

First ever handmade Piñata--made in art ed. 

In the dinning room.

With the butter knife.

More of life should be spent being creative.

Definitely.

Amen. 

Art Ed.

Everyone should be allowed to take an art ed. class at some time in their life.

Heck, everyone should be allowed to take art whenever they want to.

Especially the little ones.

Especially the little ones.

Let me say it one more time; especially the little ones.

A day (or a month) in photos.

Happened to flip through my photo files this afternoon.

Found a bunch of pics I meant to post back in the day.

They still amuse me.


So figured I'd post some of them as a collection of sorts--like an anthology of photos. 

They call the wind--all kinds of names.

We’ve had some wind these past four to five days.

Hurricane force winds; leaving me feeling a lot like Dorothy—or Toto.

Around midnight, I heard what sounded like Santa’s sleigh dragging across the roof.

This morning we found a 12” x 10” jagged piece of shingle on the lawn. 

It looks a lot like our shingles but we didn't see any torn or missing shingles; then again we can’t see the very tippy top of the roof.


Then again, it could have blown all the way across town from someone else's house!

The teenager said he couldn’t sleep last night.

He worried the house was going to be torn asunder.  

Can’t blame him…I’ve had the same feeling, everyday, since the winds picked up last Friday.

Saturday evening we went to hear Ira Glass (of 'This American Life' fame).

As we walked across campus, an icy blast turned everything into a sheet of ice.

Yesterday, as the gales were still gusting upwards of 50 + mph, I stepped into Safeway.

This had blown in before me…

and was slowly tumbling down the baking aisle, checking out the sea salts.

I’ve posted on a previous occasion that before moving to Laramie, my belief was that tumbleweeds "were just movie props."

Now I know better.     

And then there were none.

The Laramie Fox Theater is the only movie gig in town.

Actual Laramie Movie Theater during showtime

Actually that’s a lie. 

We have one of those old, one-screen theaters that runs artsy-fartsy flicks, second runs and old favs.  

The one-and-only time the Legal Dude and I stepped out to the movies…

First there was 1...2..3 and then...4

The only other two people in the entire theater decided to “sit in the same row.”

How can one go wrong? 

Weird. 

Or else we just have really good taste in picking seats.