Sometimes I like to think Roux seeks out the best light in the house at any given time and lays in it, waiting for me to catch on and take her photograph.
Roux and Prada, Todd and I : a quintessential fall day in the heart of America.
I’m taking a hiatus, and here’s why : I have a wedding to go to, and it’s my own.
Pueblo Mountain Park is a 611-acre open space area between Pueblo and the Sangre de Cristos in Colorado. It’s a well-kept secret at the end of a long road that nobody drives down unless they already know what’s at the other end.
We were lucky enough to spend a Saturday morning there with my dad’s old truck, a hot thermos of coffee in our hands and a couple of good dogs at our feet.
Grady, Roux + Prada illegally off leash at the shores of the lake at Crown Hill, Wheatridge, Colo.
We woke up yesterday wearing t-shirts; went to bed in sweaters. Roux was sorely disappointed; Prada was pleased as punch.
For a long while, I resisted all things Apple. I thought that one PC commercial made a good point and felt sure I could be just as hip on a Windows platform. I was a Droid and Dell kinda girl. But then I fell in with an Apple addict, got a helluva deal on a Powerbook, realized it was far cheaper to join a wireless family plan, a changeover that made purchasing an iPhone 4 practical. Because my allegiance to non-Apple products was directly tied up in practicality, I feel okay about this changeover.
