Hot breath, sweet breath

When I think I can rest but it's actually play time.

DC on a Dime

My husband and I went to Washington DC last month. It was a fun trip though frustrating at times. The capital and its sights are beautiful. The weather, though cold, added to our experience. I enjoyed seeing the Potomac river with its choppy waters. I thought it interesting that the public busses have stops on the grounds of apartment buildings. On the front steps of people's homes! We took advantage of all of the free museums and memorials.

While on our first walk through the city, we came across the Albert Einstein memorial statue. He sat alone on a street corner, abandoned by the crowds. It's a beautiful statue.

Years Later

Tu de nuevo?

So, years have past and I had forgotten all about my blog. Well, that's not entirely true. I would forget it periodically and then remember it and plan on getting back to it but never did. Until now. I think a picture a day at the age of 34 is ambitious though not impossible.
 
Alot has happened since my last post. My best friend got married and moved far away, so far far away. I got married and had a baby! I promise not to let this blog become a shrine to her or my adorable bonus daughter. That's what I have Instagram for.
 

New Mexico or Arizona, October 2013

I took these photos while on honeymoon. We decided to take a road trip and drove from California, to Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, and Utah. It was two of the happiest weeks of my life. One afternoon, we ended up on a two lane road somewhere in Arizon or New Mexico, surrounded by grass and thousands of grasshoppers. They were huge and covered the entire road, it was frightening. They kept hopping and I could hear my little car crunching them by the droves.  




At one point, my husband asked me to pull over so he could collect a specimen. I did and the pthoto above is of him running back to the car with a specimen in a Powerade bottle. What I remember the most from this day is his gleeful smile as he ran back to the car. It reminded me a young boy describing dinosaurs or race cars to you, so much joy and enegry that they trip over their own words. I also vividly remember the front bumber of my car and the carnage of doznes of grasshoppers across it; months later, I was still picking their little legs out of the grooves of my car's radiator.
 
TMI? Never!

The lone survivor, this little guy hung on to the windshield until we got to our destination. A national park that had been closed due to the government shutdown. If you notice in the distance, all that kept us from entering were four orange cones. No one around for miles. So, being law abiding citizens, we did a u-turn and drove to a spot where we could wash all of the dead grasshoppers off of the car's front bumber.