In the little garden just outside my office, I have a few bird feeders set up. Mostly little sparrows and, more recently, lazuli bunting. I love watching them fly about, chattering and arguing about who is entitled to which perch.

Beneath the feeders, even more little birds hop about and eaten the fallen seeds on the ground. There are also little ground squirrels and big fat tree squirrels picking through the blanket of seed husks for something dropped–not just discarded.

Frequently, we see cottontail rabbits passing through or digging into the red topsoil and stretching out in the cooler dirt beneath

My favorite, though, are the hummingbirds.

They arrive in mid-to-late April and stay through early fall.

This year I was ready for them, and had several feeders set up as soon as I saw the first one. In the last two weeks or so, the little birds have really increased in number. It rained today, and the temperature didn’t climb above mid-40s, but the hummingbirds were out in force.

At one point, I saw 6-8 of them drinking from the feeder at the same time, while still others buzzed around them.

Mostly, they spend their time defending the feeder (very territorial, these birds) or trying to slip in and get a drink.

I walked out this evening and stood very still right next to the hummingbird feeder. I’d say I was about a foot or less away. Before too long they came back to the feeder and were as active as ever. I recorded a video as I stood. Quite an experience having them hover near, checking me out, or buzzing my head as they flew past.

Here’s the video:


Bonus, here’s Castleton Tower, Priest and Nuns, and Adobe Mesa lit up during sunset:


I’m back in Flagler Beach, FL to visit my mother (who was recently in the hospital–she’s doing great now).

On Thursday, I went for a drive near the intracoastal waterway in the golf cart with Dad. We heard a helicopter, but didn’t see one for a bit. We pulled over and walked near the water. Here’s what we saw:

A helicopter near the river in Florida

A helicopter hovering near the water. We watched as it dipped the bucket in and flew over to the fire to drop. I’ve never seen anything like it. Amazing.

Here’s a video of the scooping and dropping:

Hello World, 2017


The first sunrise of 2017 in Castle Valley comes quietly, draped in clouds and with snow still on the ground from Christmas’s winter storm.

Hello, little new year. I hope you will be kind to us…

morning storms

There’s a particular glow the valley gets when there’s a rainbow. It’s hard to describe, but I can always tell there’ll be a rainbow when I look outside while the light looks a certain way.

It’s like half the valley is lit by spotlights, and those bright objects are set against a dark sky. Very dramatic.

This morning, after being battered by wind all night, I woke up to see a strong line of storms coming our way. I started working at my computer before the sun rose, but at some point after sunrise, I looked up and saw that glow.


Here’s what I found stretching over the valley:



You can kind of see the glow I’m talking about but, like the rainbow, it’s much clearer in person.

This is the first rainbow I’ve really seen in the morning, and it was so… intense. Hard to capture, but my phone has a pretty decent camera.  Here are some more pics from this morning:


the weird light/shadow of this morning


picture that comes closest to showing the brilliance of color


the sunrise, the storm, the La Sal Mountains


our house + rainbow(s)


Castleton + a storm


double rainbow, ya’ll

Origin Story

Ten years ago today, 9/25/06, I first started talking to some girl I met on the internet. We were both members of a small writing forum called Liberty Hall, where you would write one story per week after looking at a writing prompt, and spend the rest of the week critiquing other stories (and having your story critiqued)–culminating in an anonymous vote for “best story” of the week.

It was a nice little community, and a great place to practice the craft of writing fiction.

I was living in St. Augustine, Florida, in a little apartment right downtown, a block or two away from the college I was attending at the time.  She lived in downtown Salt Lake City.

It Starts

One week in mid September, Liberty Hall’s admin decided to have a “worst story” contest, just for fun. Not to get too far into a kind of “you had to be there” story, the forum also had fake money that you earned for posting (or something). You could send and receive this forum-specific currency with other members.

I’m not sure how it happened, but Beth started bribing people with this fake money to say her worst story was the BEST worst story for the weekly vote. I don’t remember who reached out to who first, but I *think* it was me via private message, to help her bribe the other members.

She is a trouble maker, and I am an instigator, so we started scheming.


Soon after we started chatting over Gchat (Google Chat) about our bribing, writing, and other interesting stuff (where do you live, what do you do, etc).

Due to the magic of Google keeping all your chats, forever (if you allow it), I can actually read our first conversation, and see the date and the time.


I am really interested in keeping track of dates. I dunno why, but it’s something I always make note of.

The day we first started chatting.

The day I first flew out to visit her in November, 2006.

The day we arrived home in Salt Lake together when I moved in, after driving from FL to UT in April 2007.

The day we got married.

Beth says I’m only allowed to celebrate one anniversary, and so we celebrate getting married every October.

But this September 25th is a bit special, and so we’ll head out tonight for a nice dinner together.

Ten years ago I started chatting with Beth, and we never really looked back. I flew to Salt Lake to visit her November 2006, after chatting with her for 12+ hours a day, EVERY day (basically). I canceled my flight home twice and stayed until New Years. Since I couldn’t leave in the middle of a semester, I didn’t move in with her until April 2007, but we planned it that December.

At 33 years old, 10 years is almost 1/3 of my life. It’s a big deal to me. That I get to share my life with my most favorite person–that’s just the best thing.

When I went back this morning and read our first conversation, this part made me laugh and laugh:



Just look at these kids:



storm 9-23-16

On Friday, 9-23, the first cold front of the season blew through the west. Just a days after the Equinox there is snow on the La Sal mountains, as if Winter can’t wait to arrive.

Yesterday I drove to Grand Junction, along scenic highway 128 from Castle Valley, past Dewey, and through Cisco. The views were spectacular. Well, the views are always spectacular, but the red rock set against clouds and well-defined storm cells was extra special.

I pulled over several times to take a pic.

Like all photos of dark skies and sweeping scenic views, the picture does no justice to what the eyes see.

Still, it translates well enough, and I really love what the pictures show.


The storms on radar:


Approaching storm 1:


Storm 1 and Fisher Towers:


Looking back after driving through the northwestern corner of storm 1:


Final pic–looking back at the edge of storm 1 from Cisco, UT:


Driving toward storm 2:


Dramatic clouds looking toward storm 1:


When I arrived in Grand Junction, the storms had split and gone around the city, but the sky and the sunset were pretty spectacular. Here’s a shot from the parking lot.  No filters here, it really looked this apocalyptic.



Google Photo Assistant stitched together several photos I took of a humming bird last week into a cool little .gif.

This was taken in our garden:



Once a week I drive to Grand Junction, Colorado for errands, appointments, etc.  I love leaving the house before the sun comes up, and watching it rise along the drive.  Between my house and the interstate, I typically do not encounter any other cars (about a 45 min drive)–just me, the rabbits, the crows, the eagles, the deer, and the prairie dogs.

Today there were some really interesting storms at the horizon.  Once the Sun came up, they made the normally very dramatic sunrise especially interesting.

Here’s how it looked:


Grand Mesa

Yesterday, Beth and I drove through the Grand Mesa National Forest. The forest is 541 square miles of beauty on the western slope of the Colorado Rockies.

sean and beth grand mesa

The day started with an intense rain storm in Castle Valley. It’s been particularly dry this year, so I’m always happy when we get a stray thunderstorm (as much as the lightning makes me [and the dogs/cats] nervous).

castle valley rain

The rain would follow us west, looking particular scenic as we drove along I70, and as it approached the mountains we wound our way up, putting on a pretty amazing lightning show.

I70 Rain

It rained for most of the drive.

Along the way, we passed many mountain lakes–usually lined with pines or spruce or aspen. According to the United States Department of Agriculture site, this forest has over 300 lakes.

After the Forest

After we left the forest, we turned of Highway 65 for 45 1/2 road, which carried us back to I70.

This part of the drive was surprising, as it reminded us of the remote, rocky landscape similar to where we lived, but with less towering mesas and buttes. Technically listed as being in DE Beque, CO, the road twisted through well worn rocks, with homes hidden by standalone boulders and twisted junipers.

It had just finished raining, and everything everywhere sparked with the sunlight.

de beque

Before the Forest

One thing I really like doing is finding and exploring (or at least, driving slowly through) small towns in the middle of nowhere.

Cedaredge is a charming small town of ~2000 people beneath the slopes that contain Grand Mesa National Forest (fun fact, Grand Mesa is the largest flat-top mountain in the world). It has several orchards and vineyards, and we enjoyed stopping at a very lovely fruit stand that had fresh-picked apples, plums, and peaches.

We stocked up and hit the road.

I talked to a nice woman that worked at the fruit stand and she told me to come back in a week or two for freshly picked Honeycrisp Apples.

I’m there. Since the plan won’t include an hours-long drive through the national forest, I’ll have time to explore Cedaredge a bit more.

With apples. Mmmm.



When I went for a walk outside this morning, I saw the biggest bumblebee I’d ever seen before. It flew through the patch of sunflowers growing near the house, and dragged down each flower it visited. I didn’t get a pic of that bee (it moved on before I grabbed my camera), but I did stop and take several other pictures.

Here’s a hummingbird visiting the trumpet-like pink flowers of the red yucca (also called hummingbird yucca, fittingly) among the sunflowers:


And a bee on a flower set against the blue sky:

bee and sunflower