The sign on the door said “Open Year-Round.” I’m not sure which year they were talking about–it looked like it had been closed up for some time. Even in business-friendly Wyoming entrepreneurship seems fraught with risk.
After bucking too many gray winter skies and headwinds in the last few months (both literally and metaphorically) it’s nice to finally experience some blue skies and tailwinds (both literally and metaphorically). It probably takes someone with Kansas roots to think of photographing such a flat, empty landscape when there are so many mountains around. I find them very soothing, at least in the right dosage. We’ll see if I get my fill by the time I finish my visit to Wichita.
Here’s a song about going with the wind, courtesy of the Irish band The Pogues. If you need a little help translating from Irish english, the lyrics can be found here.
I’m sure it seemed like a good idea at the time, take a run-down defunct hotel on the corner of the two busiest streets in town and convert it into an upscale condominium complex. Then the real estate bubble burst. Now there is an empty defunct condominium complex on the corner of the two busiest streets in town.
I took this photo of the sun trying to burn through the fog as it came up over the ridge behind our house a couple of days ago as we were on the way out our front door headed to a cafe over in Livingston for our usual Sunday morning breakfast. The title is from a Kenny Loggins song. It’s an appropriate title, but not my favorite song so I won’t post a video of it or anything. Too bad we weren’t going out the back door instead of the front door. Then I could have posted this just as happy but less sappy song from roughly the same era:
Quite a ways south of here, I hear Bradford Pear trees are inundating neighborhoods with springtime boughs heavy with white blossoms and covering the ground with windblown drifts of petals. Here in the Rockies, we’re still getting the same old white blossoms and drifts we’ve been seeing all winter. At least ours don’t smell (although it really stinks to wake up in the morning to see yet another snowstorm in progress).