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. 

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.

Moonstruck.

The moon over Laramie hangs like a huge white orb.

I can’t get enough of her.

Even at 7 a.m.

She hangs out in the western sky...

Refusing to give in to brother sun.

 I love when she does that. 

Leaving the nest.

I have to wonder.

Did mama chick have a hard time saying goodbye?

Every chick has to leave the coop some day. 

A spell on you.

Boy, she looks pissed.

Obviously, she’s not from around here. 

Snoalloween is the norm.

Even this jack-o-lantern knows the deal and yet... 

He's smiling!

I Spy.

3 pumpkins.

Do you?

These poor dudes turn to mush after a freeze.

I know.

I had to replace them—twice. 

Adaptation.

I’ve said it before.

I love Halloween


I have the product to show it.

Unfortunately, “Mariah” and her sibs love to play havoc around my front yard.

So I’ve had to adapt. 

This year, however, I managed to get lights on the Charlie Brown tree out front. 

They lasted twenty-four hours.

The wind and the snow rode in by 2 p.m. on November 1^st

Found one of these little guys...

clear across the street. 

Can’t complain though ‘cause the lights were up and flickering on Halloween—

and all the little ghouls loved it!   

After the foxes...

I walked down the hill back towards our house.

The snowies weren't really visible then, but this view never ceases to amaze me--the snow capped snowies and the always magnificent Wyoming sky and clouds.

Only wish I could I capture and share the beauty I see every time I drive--or walk--down the hill.

I didn’t get to post photos of Passover in Atlanta at my SIL’s, who always sets a fabulous table and cooks a wonderful meal!

First though, this is what my car looked like the morning we left—I was teaching a lesson at the preschool where I was doing my practicum. 

This fell in a period of three hours—on April 14^th!

I-287 had closed earlier that morning and we were worried I-80 would close too, effectively making it impossible to leave town or get to the airport.  

I-80 did close, behind us about 40 minutes after we left! 

What a harrowing, white knuckle drive from Laramie and up through the pass—with rollovers and Big Mac’s off the side of the road—facing the opposite direction!

In Atlanta, however, it was a different story--warm air and lots of blooming trees and green grass.

The teenager, helping his aunt to fill the Seder plates...

 

 

The grown-up table…

 The young people’s table…

 

The soup, with lots of delicious matzo balls…

A wonderful time was had by all!

Food for the soul…

I finished my last paper of the semester on Saturday evening at 6 p.m.

At 6:47 we walked into our friends’, T & J’s, home for a delightful evening of wonderfully delicious food, outstanding wine, and lots of laughter and talk with good friends that can only be classified as “food for the soul.”

Just what I, and no doubt the legal dude (who has put up with me this past semester), was very much in need of.

It was the second such delightful evening in a week.  Too bad I didn’t think to capture that first evening in photos.

I didn’t have my camera with me on Saturday, but remembered my phone camera.

Too bad it didn’t take better photos, but I think it captured the tone of the evening...

The Negronis

 

  The appetizers—Bruschetta with homemade bread,

homemade tapenade and homemade Italian pickled peppers 

 

 The Pasta—Bucatini with asparagus

 

The Salad

The Pork Loin

The Soffrrito

Getting coffee and Moscato ready, with strawberries and 
a homemade Italian cream, the name of which I can't remember

Deliciously Delectable Italian Cookies--all homemade

il Fine —full but happy stomachs (but no photo)

What’s a little wind…

 between a bunch of teenagers?

Despite today's high wind warning (with gusts up to 47 mph), track recruits get out and practice.

My teenager is out there.

Glad he’s giving another sport a try, besides basketball.

It keeps him busy, physically fit and engaged with other kids.  Besides…

 just gotta love the view!

Another mighty wind…

Mother Nature has been at it again.

She left a smattering of snow late on April Fool’s and another 3-5 inches—depending on how the wind blew—late Saturday night.

Sister wind has been blowing fierce these past two weeks.

Last week…

 Second time it’s happen since we moved here. 

Put the teenager in a mood! (He doesn’t like the weather here.)

This afternoon…

 Had blown half away across the driveway by the time I got home.

Getting mail can be a bit of challenge…

If a strong gust comes—at just the right moment—and snatches those precious pieces of junk mail right out of one’s hand.

I will say this…

The sun is strong and bright (per most days) and the temp—forgetting the wind chill—a toasty 61 degrees.

Who can complain! 

A Mighty Wind…

We have another high wind advisory today.

As gas pumped into my car and I stood washing the back windshield, I momentarily wondered: can a wind gust possibly yank the pump out of the gas tank?

It’s that fierce—but not the fiercest we’ve had, not by any means.

The Middle School soccer team is out practicing, and they’re not blowing over.

But the garbage cans have taken, yet, another tumble. 

I get such a kick out of the scenes I see every other week or so on trash day.  

Unfortunately, I can never get a shot of the hilarity I see in it all.

My camera battery has gone dead so I couldn’t get a shot of the tumble weeds blowing down the streets. 

Believe it or not, we get quite a few tumble weeds blowing all over the place, but I have yet to capture it on film. 

And here I thought: tumbling tumble weeds are only in the movies…

A baking Lesson

A friend makes a really delicious Jewish Rye.

The Legal Dude loves Jewish Rye.

Since baking at 7,200 can be a bit of a challenge, she offered to give me a lesson.

We spent the day—after my early morning class—baking, visiting and eating (she also made a delicious carrot soup).

My friend says good flour and a good recipe are the two key ingredients for successful bread baking.

The flour

The recipe

All mixed up

The first rise

The second rising

The final product--Jewish Rye

The Cookbook

We also made Oatmeal bread, equally delicious and a no knead recipe.

Since winter will be around for another two months—it snowed again this evening—I will have plenty of opportunity to practice my bread baking skills.

And also try my hand at that delicious soup recipe...

Something new--videos!

Still tethered...my first riding lesson 

Untethered and cantering...my second lesson.  

The funny thing about cantering...

While cantering, I feel like we're zipping around really, really fast!  

In seeing the video, however, it looks like we're moving in slow mo...

Having loads of fun though!  

Woman with shovel—hear her roar

All this ice and frozen snow (which is different from ice) from the streets melts and bleeds onto our sidewalk, leaving a major ice floe on the corner of our lot.

I have now gone out thrice to chop it away, but alas, I am left with this...
 

gallons upon gallons of water just waiting to refreeze, leaving a little ice rink on the corner of our lot.

I am woman though—with shovel.  Hear me roar...

Because, alas, I'll have to keep doing it again, and again, and again...