I am an older fella. Not ashamed to cry, at all. Some of my dearest brothers and sisters have referred to me as "The Sensitive Biker", and we all have a good laugh, because it's true. There is a time when I am crying, that being on the wrong side of me might be a bad thing: I have been known to cry while infuriated...and those who've known me a long time have seen it. And yes, I am pleasd to be able to feel that intensely. There was a time when I had no feelings at all, except rage, and I bottled that shit down deep. Over 33 years ago I made some changes in my life, found and healed that guy inside, and allowed myself to let it out in healthy fashion, whether in laughing or crying, or simply letting myself love life as it is. Have a great day!
Horseshoe Mesa, from Grandview Point. I've backpacked and camped there many times. There is also at least one cave system in the mesa, called Cave of the Domes. A cathedral unlike anything made by humanity...
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Yeah, definitely yeah
One more from Idaho, 2009. Craters of the Moon, with the guilty party(cinder cone) in the background. (Since visiting Kilauea is currently out of the question! Sigh...Love of volcanology...)
Heh.
no. i don’t want whatever you’re selling
Playing with sister Louie; kickin' it during take my dawg to work Friday. He will be 1 yo May 1st.
Yeah, don't ignore these. You can die of dehydration in the winter, too.
On the road west, riding the Columbia River Gorge, with my Road Dog Solid(reflected in my face sheild)...GBNF, my brother, ride the wind
Mt. St Helens, form the northeast, 1987. Before any visitors center, or for that matter, anything...
Solstice dawn, this year...shortly after my sweet daughter-in-law passed through the Veil. Rest in the Summerlands, Kristin...
Some of the jewelry I make, my photography, and sharing things that delight and inform me...
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