Springtime for giggles

Work led to play in March when my job took me back to the East Coast. I got to spend the weekend with my best friend, Christy. This photo reminds me we can pick our friends, we can pick our noses, but we can't pick our friends' noses. Busch Gardens, Williamsburg.


Leonard Cohen tells us "there is a crack in everything. that's how the light gets through." This red rock is right at home in southern Utah. St. George, April 2007.


My Aunt Judy and I visited a little artists' colony outside Ivins, UT. She waited while I shopped in a gallery.


Easter Sunday brought high winds -- and kite enthusiasts -- to Ivins, UT.


The Mormons have a song that pays tribute to the "popcorn tree," whose blooms turns a cotton-candy pink come springtime.

Fire and Ice

Imagine sitting in a 100-degree hot spring while icicles hang sharply from the poolside furniture an arm's reach away.


A full moon rises in the east as vacationing couples chat about their last skiing or white-water rafting trip.



A hoppin band plays as a roomful of contra dancers fill the floor for hours at a time.


To top it off, homemade lasagna, granola, and desserts fill your belly. That was my weekend in Lava Hot Springs, ID, for the annual contra dance weekend. I was so busy dancing, I didn't take any other pictures besides these ones at the springs!