rare pattern thoughts in a blog

This photo is just too cute not to share. I received it via email from a friend who sends me all sorts of odd pictures and such, but this one just makes me giggle.

Does anybody know who did the photo, or even what era this might be?

The Flatirons.

Those sheer faces are angled towards the south, making them more prominent. As the sun moves across the sky, those faces change color and texture. Every day they're beautiful, but today they seem to stand out all the more.

Who'da thunk a parking lot could look so gorgeous?

This morning, everything was just gorgeous. With all the texture on the mountains, you can see to some extent just how far they go. Usually they kind of blend together and look like one big crestline. I love days like this!

We were lucky that the snow was really pretty light and easy to shovel. I dug out my car before the sun hardened the powder into ice sheets.

The sight of parked cars the next morning. Winter officially arrived that afternoon.

It was oddly beautiful and peaceful once I got off of the Diagonal Highway and onto Jay.

A half mile down, though, cross winds blew whiteness across the highway, making it hard to make out the road just in front of the car, let alone other vehicles or even the roadside ditches.

In this shot, the truck on the left has just sped across all the lanes and was gunning it down the highway, weaving through the cars. I don't know what happened to him, but you can see what the visibility was at that time. He had cut me off a mile earlier. Fucktard.

On the approach road to Diagonal Highway.

This was the only shot I took of traffic in town. In other places, there were busses stuck in snow drifts, cars spun out.

The picture I wish I took was of a bicyclist riding down the street. This is Boulder, and nothing stops a determined cyclist here.