Sunday, June 27, 2010
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Saturday, June 5, 2010
GOING ON A SNIPE HUNT
Truly, the month of May was a whirlwind from which I am just now, two weeks into June, recovering.
My camera contained the last mixed fragments from the wedding week in Colorado. Did I mention that the wedding happened on a sweet little CSA? It was the first wedding held there. We did the set up the day before and managed to avoid getting sunburned.
This photo was taken in the converted chicken coop.
For the days surrounding the wedding we stayed at Chautauqua, a historic village of cabins and a dining hall and theater, etc. where people used to gather to partake in intellectual conversations and hiking and such. It's a pretty amazing spot. My main associations with the place trace back to high school, when we occasionally went there to attend silent movie screenings, or to wander the trails in the dark while hunting for snipes.
Anni and Lucile loved it there.
Then I was back in Salt Lake to move out of my little apartment. Hopefully August will bring me and Ross lovely, more spacious digs...
In those few days Catie was pretty much my own personal saint, not to mention my chauffeur and wheeler-dealer. She even sold my bed to a craiglist buyer for more than the asking price while I was at the storage unit. I'm telling you people, this lady is amazing.
I got to sleep at Chateau Catiebear for the last night.
Little Christmas morning Catie there on the right...I love this photo.
It was raining when I reached the airport for the trip back to Seattle, where it was sunny.
And the Northwest Folklife festival was in full swing, which meant Ross was locked in an office all weekend, uploading and editing audio from the hundreds of shows taking place all weekend. One of my favorite parts of Folklife is walking around listening to the buskers, who are quite often bands or musicians who have official shows during the festival, too. There were a lot of jug band style groups this year...musical saws and washtub basses and banjos abounded. And some of them were kind of amazing. Tequila Mockingbird was a favorite of mine, and they're from Canada, which always means bonus points in my book.
And these guys were so startling and strange and beautiful.
And with that, the month of May ended.
My camera contained the last mixed fragments from the wedding week in Colorado. Did I mention that the wedding happened on a sweet little CSA? It was the first wedding held there. We did the set up the day before and managed to avoid getting sunburned.
This photo was taken in the converted chicken coop.
For the days surrounding the wedding we stayed at Chautauqua, a historic village of cabins and a dining hall and theater, etc. where people used to gather to partake in intellectual conversations and hiking and such. It's a pretty amazing spot. My main associations with the place trace back to high school, when we occasionally went there to attend silent movie screenings, or to wander the trails in the dark while hunting for snipes.
Anni and Lucile loved it there.
Then I was back in Salt Lake to move out of my little apartment. Hopefully August will bring me and Ross lovely, more spacious digs...
In those few days Catie was pretty much my own personal saint, not to mention my chauffeur and wheeler-dealer. She even sold my bed to a craiglist buyer for more than the asking price while I was at the storage unit. I'm telling you people, this lady is amazing.
I got to sleep at Chateau Catiebear for the last night.
Little Christmas morning Catie there on the right...I love this photo.
It was raining when I reached the airport for the trip back to Seattle, where it was sunny.
And the Northwest Folklife festival was in full swing, which meant Ross was locked in an office all weekend, uploading and editing audio from the hundreds of shows taking place all weekend. One of my favorite parts of Folklife is walking around listening to the buskers, who are quite often bands or musicians who have official shows during the festival, too. There were a lot of jug band style groups this year...musical saws and washtub basses and banjos abounded. And some of them were kind of amazing. Tequila Mockingbird was a favorite of mine, and they're from Canada, which always means bonus points in my book.
And these guys were so startling and strange and beautiful.
And with that, the month of May ended.
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