Yes, I turned older. Old happens. Am not offended that people didn't come rushing to my door with presents and rose petals.
W, that's Shasta, our old friend! The mountain that sits in the ghost shadow of Mazama and dreams of being an Oregonian, like Thielsen, the Sisters, and Bachelor. Modern cartographers were rough indeed when they drew up their lines, sundering the family of western volcanoes.
Scuba divers stop their ascent at 15 ft, pausing to decompress from the pressures of the depths. Thus the name of this blog, a place where I can decompress from my thoughts before surfacing back into reality. Read more...
Half biologist, half artist, full-time gypsy, I am a frustration to demographic statisticians the world over. Am a shameless optimist. Also a sucker for good friendships.
4 comments:
Thank goodness! I have missed your blogginess!
Is that a Colorado mountain?
I know I missed your birthday. I'm bad with dates. And names. And whatever it was you told me five minutes ago. But happy birthday, nonetheless!
I will plead ignorance--didn't know your bday was in the winter! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Love the picture. Tre jealous!
Burfday? Mree!
Yes, I turned older. Old happens. Am not offended that people didn't come rushing to my door with presents and rose petals.
W, that's Shasta, our old friend! The mountain that sits in the ghost shadow of Mazama and dreams of being an Oregonian, like Thielsen, the Sisters, and Bachelor. Modern cartographers were rough indeed when they drew up their lines, sundering the family of western volcanoes.
I don't anthropomorphosize mountains. No sirree.
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