Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Pioneer Pie-and-Beer Day



From sunrise to sundown, the Burninghams made a good day of it. Jesse, Jerusha, and Tor spent the morning cooking at the Fireman's Breakfast, and the rest of us spent a lot of time and money eating their food.
The Hoopers did a fine job with their 'Pie and Beer' fest, and we all had a great time listening to Ianto's observations and questions while he enjoyed at least a half a gallon of Aaron's homemade root beer.






Sunday, July 23, 2017

Mud Daubers and Lumber





It's been a day of building and wondering why and how around the BurningHome, so here's a few photos to sum it up...


Saturday, July 22, 2017

Bountiful Pioneer day/Burningham Barbeque



Made it up to Marla's for the big summer Burningham fest. Good times sitting and watching and talking with all involved. 
Spent some time after the parade on the skate looking over this year's progress/change on Main Street and environs, and the changes continue unabated. Well, 'cept for Lee's Barbershop...








High Summer





July 22. High Summer; generally, the time of summer where the highest temperatures are possible and our monsoon season kicks in such that we actually get some rain in the valley. A good time.
On the flipside, though, it's all downhill to January from here...





































Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Quick skate


Monday, July 17, 2017

Distillation of Gravity- a draft for your perusal...

Distillation of Gravity

Within every street and road in this town
lies the memory of a multitude of dead rivers and streams
when it all comes to a close, will there be eyes bright to perceive
darkness in and amongst radiance and little lights, sagas and short stories,
or road trips and long-lost recipes of grandmother’s still, secret ways?

Trouble is, the latches no longer work
and each door and window opens wide with every breeze
or even slight nudges from passersby-
and while those with scruples and puffed religiosity
pass by without a clue to what lies within
this crumpled, foreign threshold on the future,
grass grows wild in the pastures of our neighbors.

Indeed, while gravity becomes only a theory when harnessed generously,
like relaxation on a summers day It waxes cold and wan and joins with evening
overpowering the next dawn as would a rancid walnut
bitterly hidden in a protective shell would ruin an absent-minded snack-
and, in fact, we are pulled toward Earth’s center only as far
as soil, rock, and astral dust will allow and only as far as imagination
accelerates the diamond drills.

It’s best to choose well one’s convictions, as we do our children and DNA;
a feast spread upon a mossy, hollow log in the glade
beset by mosquitoes, bears and the wind from the East (to name a few).
We are given much, and as it is to be expected
that each course lasts only a few seconds before dissolving into dust,
thick gravy, or disappearing completely,
so choose your chair and track as you might an instrument of your undoing
while remembering that every road was once a river, and every street a stream,
and hopefully your eyes only will see the light made at the end,

and yours will becomes the recipe’s secret as the unlatched door swings wide.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

The other canyon



Saturday, July 15, 2017

Tor at work


Micro SandPile


Outing to Maple Canyon






Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Good food and old teeth



Monday, July 10, 2017

After rain




Sunday, July 9, 2017

Summer chalk






Friday, July 7, 2017

Wednesday, July 5, 2017