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This was the first photo I ever blogged, on December 31, 2009. I suppose I started blogging at work a few years before that, but it was the same photo that I started with. I don’t consider myself visually-oriented. If you’ve seen me dress, you’d agree, but I generally give attention to my blog photos because I feel they oftentimes tell the story better than I can in words.
I’ve been thinking about putting my blog on hiatus for a few months. I don’t know that I will but it’s fair to say I haven’t been putting much thought into my blog stories lately, and that makes me a bit sad. It used to be I would curate my thoughts all week before finally capturing the story into words over the weekend. Even some of my longer posts only take me five or ten minutes to write because I’ve already written the stories in my head.
I should perhaps reword my statement above and say I haven’t been putting stories into my thoughts lately, because that’s how I think. I wouldn’t say I’m a vocal storyteller. I lean towards laconic. But my pattern of thinking is to structure free thoughts into stories. I imagine I have the same thoughts roaming around my mind as anyone else, but I typically form a narrative for them. It’s clear to me that I should have considered a career in journalism back in college, but then writing is and has been one of the strongest components of my job and career. From the fifty or so emails I type every day to the PowerPoints I create for Sellers and Customers. I’ll be putting a few hours into creating a story today for how my company markets security information and event management. In a PowerPoint form factor of course.
Working on a Sunday segues into why I might pause my blogging. Not that I don’t have the time, as I already said it takes very little effort for me to actually write. It’s that my free thoughts are so focused on work right now. And I haven’t been reading much fiction lately, which has always been my muse. I suspect I’m going through a boring phase so why write about it?
It is my personal digital platform to leverage for marketing my book, but it’s not like I’m doing anything now in that arena either. Ellie said she would build me a website for my writing over Christmas break, maybe that will replace my blog. I stopped blogging back in 2014 for over a month and no one seemed to notice.
I think what I’m struggling with here is that I don’t want to blog if I don’t have anything halfway interesting to share. It is a good exercise even if I have nothing clever to say. It helps me to be introspective. And it’s practice writing. I have a good friend whose writing I love to read. Every paragraph is like a Dali painting. Each sentence a masterpiece in creativity. Yet he rarely writes because he says it’s a struggle and he doesn’t enjoy the process.
I’m the exact opposite. I can write about nothing and find it easy. That might actually be a bad habit that blogging isn’t helping me with. If you’re a writer, than you are familiar with the strong attitudes authors have toward blogging. They either say it’s a good exercise and serves as a marketing platform, or they despise it as cheapening the medium. I’m asking myself that question now. I’m wondering if it’s in my interest to continue or to take a break. We’ll see.









Want to flatter a writer? Send them a selfie reading their book. Works for me. This man has nerd written all over him. My target audience. My tribe.
I find myself this morning faced with an epic moral dilemma. I don’t play facebook games. Those analog chain letters with specious purpose. At their worse, they propagate stealthy adware. At best, they strive to trend a positive mood for the world.





Heil Valley Ranch presents a runner with pine trees. Not aspen. Fall still shows herself though in the slow, burnt-orange grasses. Trail runners feel entitled to watch the change of seasons, to heighten their discernment of the dimming light. Upside down from spring growth, life is pausing toward winter death. Trail runners know the color of this pending cessation. They’re not satisfied until they smell the air, and feel it on their skin. My running has kept pace with the fall cycle, winding down until my legs are in preservation mode. Immersion in the season with a mountainside view makes everything okay.
How big is your wallet? Look at the objects on this tabletop. I bet your wallet is not as big as Dmitri’s is. I don’t really know his name. Like any other guy, I was minding my own business in the hotel lobby when I was engulfed by a gaggle of techies attending some international conference for the betterment of humanity. This guy sits in front of me, blocking my view of equally attractive people, and proceeds to pull out his wallet. Seemingly to make room for, not just one, but two smart phones.








I continued my hiking with Rob on the Continental Divide Trail (CDT) near Steamboat Springs this past weekend. We’ve been hiking northbound generally but the most efficient car shuffle for this outing suggested a southbound route. We hiked two sections southbound, first 15 miles from 




































With Zach up from Austin, we thought he’d like to see what Colorado looks like, from the top. So we hiked up 13,223 foot 







