Of patches and pumpkins

We took the kids to the corn maze/pumpkin patch on Sunday. It was a very much a wonderful time and I am pretty sure they had a great day, which is all I can ask for as a father.

More to come...

All of these worlds are yours except Europa.

Attempt no landings there.

I saw this title on a Gizmodo blog earlier in the week and it served to remind me how much I love that line from 2010: The Year We Make Contact. I feel like I missed my calling, since I am absolutely captivated by anything that has to do with space exploration. Anna seems to have an interest in it though, so perhaps I will live vicariously through her. The idea that there is a vast intelligence out there that essentially gives the evolutionary process a nudge is tantalizing, to say the least.

So, on to other things. Given the current state of affairs, the motivation to ride my bike or get out and take pictures has been sapped. My world is very much in limbo, which affects everything. My focus on school has not been as sharp, while my focus on work has increased in an effort to occupy my mind so that I do not dwell on what lay ahead of me and my family. It is my hope that a return to sanity and normalcy is on the horizon and that sound reason will dictate matters...not raw emotion.

So, while the will to do much else has been absent, I was coaxed outside on a Sunday a few weeks back and took some pictures of friends from Johnson City. All of those guys are committed riders and are genuinely good humans as well. Check it...


Jake Hunter with experiments in facial hair!


Jake Booher with failures in facial hair. Makes up for it in boost.


Will Love with confirmation that he is pretty good.


I can never remember this guy's name. Sorry, good guy.

So, Garrett is in the living room with Anna reading some books, so I will have some more pics up later of kids. Being a dad ain't at all bad.