March 4 – Annie the Railroad Dog

Sculpture in front of the Fort Collins Library.

March 2 – Soup

#1 son was home sick again today, his birthday, so we went out for throat-soothing soup.

(I had the Cutthroat Chili, he had MN Chicken & Wild Rice)

March 1 – The Plague

Sign along the Foothills Trail in Fort Collins.

February 26 – Train Town

Fort Collins has 3 sets of tracks running through town. One set goes down the middle of a street in downtown.

There is *talk* of moving the freight east and running a passenger train from Cheyenne to Denver to Albuquerque.

February 25 – Spring!

This was the temperature at 6:30 this morning. It’s been near 70 degrees all week.

February 22 – Horsetooth Reservoir

Hiked up to the letter “A” on the side of the hill just southwest of our house. Took about 85 minutes round trip.

February 19 – Prospect Pond

Dropped the boys off for school this morning and noticed the ponds, usually filled with geese, amazingly still.

I am so glad that I’m now in the habit of carrying my camera everywhere.

February 18 – Graveyard

Decomposition Graveyard at the CSU Environmental Learning Center. We stumbled upon this while walking around the ponds near school. I didn’t know that it takes 3-4 years for a banana to decompose!

I guess now is the time to tout the book I’m reading: The Big Necessity: The Unmentionable World of Human Waste and Why It Matters

You’ll be riveted. Trust me.

February 6 – Dixon Reservoir

It was midmorning when I took this and the color isn’t as strong as I’d like. i tried to get the reservoir, the foothills and the dam that holds in Horsetooth Reservoir. The ice is mostly gone, although snow and cold are predicted for this weekend.

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Tonight was First Friday, the monthly evening when art galleries & museums are open late and downtown is buzzing with more than just college kids with stretched earlobes. We wandered into a poetry slam. Wade was so inspired that he’s working on his first piece, tentativly entitled: “Where’s my bailout?”

February 5 – It’s love

As we hiked along a trail  in the 70 degree weather today, I came across this message of love nailed to a dead tree. The sun was at high noon, washing out most of the color, except for the heart.