I forgot to post this photo of Emma who turned sixteen on the 22nd of this month.

Michael,

While we’re looking at pictures snapped from cars, I have this one I shot this morning on my way to Sidney’s Espressso.  I have two questions:

1. Who is this guy? B. Why is he here in Boulder? III. How did he evade the lasers on our border?

–rakkity

PS: Messner’s book is on its way east to your mailbox.

Spiders On Drugs

 Radio Gaga

Boulder has another unexpected claim to fame: the best baristas outside of Fiorenze. I had been meaning to wait until I got a larger sample of the barista’s art, but here I come with photos of 12 picturesque lattes and one non-picturesque (guess which before you look).

The highest-rated and most consistent espresso spot is Joe’s.  I have yet, after dozens of visits, to get an unbeautiful latte made by Joe.  It is not for nothing that Joe has gotten the yearly Boulder award for best espresso.  (He even sponsors barista workshops!) But Laughing Goat and Ozo aren’t bad. Bliss is inconsistent.  Sometimes they have beautiful lattes, but I haven’t been there with my camera at the right time.

Soon I’ll add another dozen lattes.  This is a fun project!

–rakkity

The last photo Matt sent with this title was easy to decipher. I don’t get this one.

Michael,

The Messenger satellite just shot a color picture  of the planet Mercury.  In my attached shot, I’ve tweaked the saturation to make the pink more obvious.

Now Mars isn’t the only pink planet.

–rakkity

I knew better than to ask Diane to pose on that bench in the wind with the nearby pounding surf.

What you can’t see are the rollers coming in from England. Yesterday’s ocean reflected calm blue skies and today’s is keeping up with the wind.

It’s almost checkout time and one of us is still in bed. We’ll have breakfast where we ate dinner last night, at the Lobster Cove, which is down the road from the other Anchorage Inn and fully faces the water. And, yeah, that’s a good idea, Adam, we’ll hit the Nubble again.

I’ve a book to recommend. “Eat Pray Love,” by Elizabeth Gilbert. No, I didn’t read it, Diane did and she wouldn’t shut up about it. I may have heard as much about that book as one of her all time favorites – “The History of Love.” That doesn’t mean she’d rank it number two, but it did provoke miles of mealtime discussions.

Make sure to explore the Cape Neddick Nubble before it gets really cold and nasty out there …
Comment by adam — December 1, 2007

Sometime last week, maybe Saturday.

“Karen, how would you like to watch the sunrise with me? It’s winter and we won’t have to get up before 5.”

“I don’t think so. But if you want you can come to my house. We can see the sun through the bathroom window.”

“I’m not talking about a fake-ass sunrise. I mean the real thing. Over the ocean, like Halibut Point.”

It wasn’t until she laughed at me that I realized not everyone believes as I do. And, I have a feeling rakkity might be the first to start a pummelin’. Sun rising over trees? So what. In a canyon? Great light but I need to see the fiery orb lift off from the water. I guess a desert sunrise would qualify.

I awoke too late last week and besides it was cloudy. This morning my iPhone rang at 6:35 but I was already in the shower.

Now, I have to confess that fake-ass sunrises can be warm ones, and that’s a good thing, because standing on the beach facing a stiff wind forced me back into my truck. Still, I got some good shots.

I haven’t done a sunrise in a long time and after I uploaded my photos I realized that a. I shoulda brought my tripod, and b. I shoulda settled on focal length and exposure time. If I had I would’ve captured a nice non-jumpy slideshow.

Matt sent me this photo on his way to class at Lesley College.

Ginger took this over the holidays.

These flowers were on Ginger’s dining room table.