Pwilkes. A Day Like Today

I am home in OKC from a long trip. I felt Benny’s words about Albuquerque ring true in my head about OKC as our little propeller plane bounced around in the wind and then slammed down on the runway earlier tonight. “You know it’s really just a dusty little sh*thole…but it’s MY dusty little sh*thole.”

Glad to be home all the same.

I traveled this past weekend to southern Utah…what’s in southern Utah you ask? Not a damn thing…mostly the point though.

My good friend Mary took a job in Boulder as a cook at a tourist restaurant that opens in March and stays open throughout the tourist season until November in a small town of about 200 people and I accompanied her on the trip to move to Utah from Missouri.

We traveled to Albuquerque and stayed the night couch surfing with our new friend Benny. We then traveled on into Colorado, past Durango, through the treacherous (especially with snow on the ground and no guard rails at 10,000 ft) Hwy 550 to Grand Junction and stayed with Aaron’s cousin. From there we headed into Utah on Sunday morning and down to Boulder.

If you look at it on a map you’d wonder why we had to go such a ridiculous out of the way route, but that would be because the terrain is absolutely ridiculous, albeit breathtaking (literally) and gorgeous, and there are no highways connecting southern Colorado to southern Utah. There is ONE way into Boulder, Utah, and ONE (same) way out, through a national forest or two or four on the way down.

It snowed the most peaceful snow I have ever seen while we were in Boulder and we got up this morning to dig the car out and start our trek to Salt Lake after a cup of coffee.

I took a good bunch of photographs. I’m going to work to get a gallery up on my site when I get them all edited, hopefully later this week.

I have a ton of catching up with work to do this week, but I will do my best!

I hope everyone had a relaxing weekend. I spent mine in a car, but it was worth every minute of it.

I am thrilled with some of the shots I got in this high ISO old washed out film look.

To the eternal credit of the Canon G11, the shots are crystal clear, but I’m bored of crystal clear photography, I do that for my other projects. I want this to feel like an old memory.

Catch you sometime tomorrow I’m sure!

-pw

ps - i listened to one of a few Balmorhea songs for these photos. Here is one. Maybe it’ll put them into a time and place