This morning, I dropped off my middle son to preschool, having already hustled my oldest to school with his friends, when a tiny mental clock began to countdown in my head. I had exactly 2 and half hours to complete my errands before preschool ended, therefore I needed to stay on target and on task. Yet, as soon as I slipped into traffic on Highway 36 I quickly realized I was going to have to just sit back and enjoy a game of "I spy" with my 2 yr old, Gavin as we inched our way toward Boulder (where a camera shop awaited for my perusal of a diffuser for my newly acquired Speedlight ,off-camera flash). After crawling along the 36 for nearly 30 minutes in traffic (does everybody work in Boulder but live elsewhere??), I realized I had to stop at Chautauqua to photograph the Flatirons. They were calling to me and I couldn't turn away.
Taken Feb. 9, 2011, Boulder Colorado
When I lived in Boulder, while I attended CU (the University of Colorado, Boulder) I had heard an old legend of a Native American, Chief Niwot placing a curse on Boulder, saying once you have witnessed the glory of the Flatirons you will never want to leave and always long to come back. I like to think of it as more of a blessing than a curse. And in my case a truth. I left Boulder in January 2001 to live in San Diego with my love, never once believing we'd come back. And although we do not live in Boulder, we are close enough that I can answer the call to the Flatirons whenever the mood strikes me.
And today it certainly did. But who can resist such beauty? Such peaceful steadfastness? Well, today I share it with you.
And my errands? I got them done. In case you were worried. ;)
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