Something is Going On Up Here

No, my friends, it’s not my imagination.  Cooler, for one thing.  Aspens, their leaves, are turning.  Must be fall.

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Be Active, Where You Are!

B.I.M.Y.D.

Back In My Younger Days … I worked a summer job up in Rocky Mountain National Park.  A place called the Trail Ridge Store, right-smack-dab in the middle of the drive, Trail Ridge Road, from Grand Lake on the west end, to Estes Park on the east end.  During the summer, tourists start on one side or the other, drive 24 miles up to the store, and then get out and buy some chili, or a sandwich, or coffee, or trinkets, or camera film, or jewelry, or a t-shirt, etc.  And after the restroom break, the family gets back in their vacation-mobile, and continue on their way, this time down the other side.  What was always interesting … to me, was that visitors entered the park, parked a couple of times on the way up for pictures, stopped at the store, and parked a few times for pictures on the way down.  And most folks wouldn’t take time to get active, hike a trail, and really see what is out there.  But then again, they were probably on a timetable.  They had to be in Denver for their hotel reservation, west, or in Boulder for a hotel reservation there.

Timetables.  Cover as much ground as you can, even if it means missing some wonderful experiences along the way.  Be active, right where you are at.  Or, don’t.

By the way, special thanks to my friend Bryan, who inspired me write this post.

http://www.colorado.com/articles/rocky-mountain-national-park-colorado

 

 

 

The Men, Glory Shrouded

image“Shrouded” …  one of my favorite words.  I see mountains shrouded in clouds, and I get a little mix of peace and intrigue.  Men, women, children, are sometimes shrouded … in something, or by something … a phenomenon not always “nice”, but sometimes messy.  This morning, I’m thinking of men shrouded … shrouded in the places of hiding: places of perceived meaningfulness; places that are considered safe; places where wounded warriors go, with hopes of healing.  The man is shrouded. Maybe, his glory is shrouded.

“Who are you?”
Silence
“Where are you?”
Silence
“What is your calling?”
Silence

Two questions for you: 1) have you ever sensed this … men shrouded in something, metaphorically “the clouds”?; and 2) do you have any thoughts about glory … your glory?  It’s been said, that we are more aware of our ______________ (blank … fill it in … one word could be “shame”) than we are (aware) of our glory.  I think of glory as something that shines.  Glory is bright, powerful, indicative of man-fully-alive unleashed in an honorable manifestation.  So, again: we are more aware of our  … shame … than we are of our glory.  And the glory can be intimidating: glory is bright and therefore hiding is more difficult; glory means, on some level, being known … more disruptive than not being known.  Here is another image.  This is a an odd little shelter, up on the road to Mount Evans, just about 100 yards off the main trail head.  IMG_0602 (1)

Stepping into this little hut was a little weird.  It felt pretty good. I didn’t stay long because I knew that I could find myself shrouded, inside this little shelter … and  this was not where I was supposed to be.  And that … is a loaded idea: to be where we are supposed to be.  An individual who tells you where you are supposed to be, might be wrong.  Either way, the pressure men and women feel about finding that place to be is a very real force that can throw us off our game.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My wee drone showreel

Ahhhh … Kirk has done it again. I’ve been following Kirk’s blog for a while … I have a special place in my heart for all things Antarctic, and all people, Antarctic. Hope you enjoy this great footage.

Kirk of the Antarctic

Having owned drones for a while.  I decided I wanted to use them commercially as I could fly them well.  So just a few weeks ago my licence arrived through the post and here is a bit of footage from the last few weeks to show a little of what myself and my drone (Inspire 1) can do.  What I love about the inspire camera is it shoots amazing quality and it looks like all my other cameras.  Unlike the old drone with a go pro where the horizon and edges are all bent and distorted.  I’m very happy with it.

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americans kick off the week with a day off. some of us.

This is good. So is her blog.

I didn't have my glasses on....

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here’s the most amazing thing you’ll ever read about our 10th president:

john tyler was born in 1790.

he took office in 1841, after william henry harrison died.

and he has two living grandchildren.

not great-great-great-grandchildren.

their dad was tyler’s son.

HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?

the tyler men have a habit of having kids very late in life.

lyon gardiner tyler, one of president tyler’s 15 kids, was born in 1853.

he fathered lyon gardiner tyler jr. in 1924, and harrison ruffin tyler in 1928.

harrison tyler has been interviewed in the last few years for new york magazine.

lyon tyler spoke to the daughters of the american revolution a while back.

it’s all in the math.

his living legacy continues.

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credits: j.english, mentalflossmagazine, google images

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