June 11: Watching the sunset has always been one of my favorite things to do. We lucked out when we moved last year, our backyard has a fantastic view of the western horizon (with the exception of the occasional power pole).
Sunset is also one of my favorite times to take pictures -- the light is so warm and dramatic.
Maybe watching the sunset is an inherited trait?
June 13: Saturday afternoon, we had a very violent storm rip through the neighborhood. The only thing comparable I've ever seen, was a tornado storm I witnessed in Indiana one time. Is it weird that I'm exhilarated by that kind of thing? It only lasted about 10 minutes, but it ravaged our white roses.
And the trampoline.
Fortunately, the pink roses faired better than the white ones did.
Catchy name isn't it?
Actually, it's only about half white now -- eventually, it will be all brown. This is the main rollercoaster at our local amusement park. It was built in 1921, and they claim that it is one of the few wooden rollercoasters between Denver and the West Coast -- which isn't saying much, since between Denver and the West Coast, you pretty much just have Utah and Nevada.
It used to be a thrilling ride, but now it feels like it has slowed down (maybe Disneyland ruined me for Lagoon). The greater thrill now is wondering if it's going to fall down while you are riding it.
I love my sandals, I wear them until frostbite sets in. I hate having hot feet.
Wait! Some of you are asking: "THIS? Coming from a guy who wears socks AND slippers to bed?!"
Others of you are asking: "He wears socks and slippers to bed?!"
Yes and yes.
It's totally different