A long weekend away from the march of daily life. The moments of peace and quiet relished. The pace of the days considerably different when not dictated by the energy of a three year old.
Spent my 41st birthday in Trinidad, Colorado. A new to me place in the state. The wind was relentless and a constant companion to our visit. The town a trove of obscured details, textures and other visual interests. Within the same moment it could feel warm and welcoming yet cold and foreign. The weathered and dusty hues of blues, oranges, yellows and browns that followed us all weekend furthered this feeling while signaling the eminent forthcoming embrace of winter.
A trip of firsts. My first time visiting Seattle. Our first time on an airplane since the pandemic. My daughter's first time on an airplane period. More importantly for her, first oysters, ferryrides, and glimpses of the coast. All things we'd anticipated happening years ago. In the end, our time West was a learning experience. Navigating how to travel outside of a roadtrip as three, not two. Still coming to terms that what once was will never be again. Constantly being reminded to slow our pace.
Scenes from my visit to this year's National Western Stock Show. An event that I frequented more during my childhood than in my adulthood. In this visit, I appreciate its unchanged aesthetic and feeling invoked from those childhood memories. Muddy, weathered, faded, kitschy and loud all at once. As I meandered through for a day, I wonder how long that will last. Parts of the complex have been transformed into a shiny new setup and this redevelopment seemingly will soon envelope the entire area. Progress is great, I guess. What's better? Getting lost in decades old buildings and the momentary feeling that time has stood still.
