Out with the Old ...

I'd say we're pretty close to the edge of the year here. I still need to write down the resolutions I've been mulling and then, either today or tomorrow, wax philosophically about them on my less regular blog. I also need to confess the abysmal job I did with the resolutions I made for 2011. I think I set the bar way too high, but hey, at least I made them. That should count for something.

My Legs Really Were Shorter Then

At Giant Springs, now Giant Springs State Park, Montana. This used to be a huge hill, up which I would trudge and down which I would run with the wind or even stop, drop, and roll. The hill now seems more of a mound, and I did not run with the wind or roll down. I sat instead at the top and reflected upon lifetimes, Dad's and my own, until the others happened my way and I rejoined the here and the now.