This started out as a silly selfie texted to my dad, whose PhD dissertation (chemistry) is in the stacks at Norlin. My own thesis is somewhere in the depths of the music library a few buildings away, but there’s no inspirational quote etched in stone above their door. Norlin has two: the human-spirit bit, and “He who knows only his own generation remains always a child.” True.
The snow melts in some places, staying in others, creating a black-red-white mural.
The Super Walker
7 weeks & 1000 miles
Being Mortal in the Mountains
The last of the box of 100 postcards, in the mail. So that they're all postmarked Boulder.
This is what a bicycle looks like when flipped upside down and wrapped up in furniture pads.
Look closer: it's not snow on that tree. Finally!
Post-yoga second breakfast of champions. Boxcar Coffee, Pearl Street.