Friday, August 25, 2006

"There's a kiss at the end of the Rainbow . . ."


I once drove to the end of a rainbow. I can't recall clearly, but I think it was in Wyoming or Missouri.

At its end, on a meadowed mountainside, I met a couple who had done the same.

I felt like less of an ass, knowing these two had chased it, too.

I couldn't believe that every car in Rocky Mountain National Park wasn't pulling aside to check this scene out. A picture like this does it no justice.

3 comments:

Tom said...

Dude-
I just found out you had a blog. Righteous pics, especially the rainbow. I went alone to the Canadian rockies a couple weeks ago and took a shot of a double rainbow from above timberline that i will post on my blog once i download it to the computer from the camera.i listened to the cd i made you while i drove around alberta and british columbia. now i just need to mail it to you.
More precious than a pot of gold...

tadpole said...

I set this blog up very recently as my own pitch to get Kev to move out here - and as a vehicle for a bunch of pics that family and friends may want to see, but don't fit well on Dismantling.

Somthing's wrong with the burner on my computer, and it will let me go through the whole creation of a mix, then won't burn it. I haven't forgotten, and am starting to acrue a small debt of promised cd's. I will figure it out, and get it to you.

Have you checked out the swedish music link that kev has on his blog. There's some really great stuff on that site.

Good to hear from you! Hope things are well.

tadpole said...

I'll look forward to seeing that double rainbow, by the way. Glad you got to get out to the Canadian Rockies. Not yet been there.