Boulder

I used to call this 20-square miles surrounded by reality my home. Yes, Boulder. love Boulder. It's the strangest, weirdest place I've ever lived. And I love Boulder. It's not my home anymore, and I can't really see myself ever living there again. While it lasted, though, I loved it.

Julie and I spent a sunny Saturday morning in Boulder, wandering around Pearl Street, the Creek Path and through the Farmer's Market with no agenda.

Only in Boulder would there be a spontaneous bike ride protest

Buried in Color

Boulder Creek

It wouldn't be Julie & Heather without a self-portrait. Sadly, this was the best one out of the bunch.

Farmers' Market: Mmmm...samples...