Sunday

Posted in Everydays on June 6, 2010 by jaily

“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patters that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”

– Cormac McCarthy

Downtown Rob Brown

Posted in Everydays on May 30, 2010 by jaily

Gladstone Hotel, 12:35pm, Sunday

A-ron Midi-file

Posted in Everydays on May 29, 2010 by jaily

7:00am, Saturday

Monday

Posted in Everydays on May 3, 2010 by jaily

“Meow”

Sunday’s Extras

Posted in Everydays on May 2, 2010 by jaily

Near-Death Experiences (Revised):

  1. 2003’s mysterious wind-pipe closure
  2. 2008′s brush with a train (heavy equipment to head)
  3. 2008′s careless decision to bike into an open field during a thunderstorm
  4. 2008’s big horned sheep stampede
  5. 2008′s beer bottle to jugular
  6. 2009’s thermos explosion
  7. 2009’s knife guy
  8. 2010′s hit by truck

Saturday

Posted in Everydays on May 1, 2010 by jaily

I always thought birding was dumb, but it’s not.

“Proletariat blue jay”

Wednesday

Posted in Everydays on April 28, 2010 by jaily

“Mediterranean goat-cheese chicken “