🎃HappyHalloween #CarvingPumpkins #BATS #Boo! Johns amazing creation (at Home)
There’s something about this island.
The beach has its unique dunes and curves.
The water has its soft swells that hug instead of hit your body.
Catching a wave on a long/short board: mimics excitement rather than fear.
Plush sand under your feet. An island sans traffic prevails a salty taste a sweet smell and an ever encompassing breeze.
This is the island I live to love. Bring me bACK always.
Hand painted on drift wood from Southampton
“We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch, we are going back from whence we came.” —John F. Kennedy
Summer time in Colorado.
My first summer without a beach. I have my Ban de Soleil bright Chanel nail polish and some of the best views in the world.
So many adventures at our fingertips. Endless possibilities, in my short 27 years I’ve never seen life in such epic proportions and colors.
Things change here as quick as
May: I’ve witnessed two blizzards. Although I’ve also gotten my first tan lines of the summer.
This is living.
I woke up to this amazing hand made large sculpture that was placed in my front lawn. #lifesizeart #CU
“Crab Boil” by Ceci Kueltzo
Looks like Rocky Point Road!
On my drive home from my first week at an amazing company I have this gorgeous view to drive into. The depths and proportions of life here are unimaginable to the point of unreal.
Upon arriving home on this 75 degree spring day I have not a single care in the world. Two dogs enthusiastically and lovingly greet me like I am the center of their universe. Little do they know they are mine. Stepping into the back yard I sit down on a swing lay my head back and let the bright hot afternoon sun engulf my body. At 5,414 ft above sea level this is living. I only wish I could share this beauty with everyone who brings joy to my life.
I can always tell when a storm is brewing. It was sunny and warm when a cold breeze chilled my bare legs and arms on this late march day.
The sky turned gray. Not like a storm that passes over the ocean quickly and ferociously . A storm that passes over the mountains holds more dimension.
Behind the flatirons was a white wall; it rolled over the mountains onto the foothills and fell at our feet where it laid for two days. It accumulated and left its mark.
When it was finished the flatirons began to appear again. The storm recoiling as quickly as it prevailed. This time it revealed a sight visible and more incredible than before.
The thing about a snow storm is its beautiful from beginning to end and even in its remnants.
Few things in this world allow us such.
Bring me back
It was at the end of Madaket rd. The house was an upside down living. My room had wall to wall windows on the top floor. It was considered the Guest bedroom. It had a skylight and every window opened to an ocean breeze. There was always sand in the foot of my bed and sun engulfing my body and a breeze sweeping away any fear in the world.
This was Madaket beach. Before anything in my life was complicated.
That’s where it all started and always brings me bACK.