Can you tell it’s graduation month?

The Day After. The Hill, Boulder, Colorado, 2013

Let the parties begin!

It was no problem taking all the time in the world to make an image of this front yard in the early morning (our next-door neighbor, as it happens) as all the residents were likely passed out inside. I never learned to like the taste of alcohol so this was never my scene. When I was young, I found it much more fun and rewarding to be off hiking some slot canyon, flying a hang glider, cornering in a local criterium, or climbing some granite wall–adventure was my drug of choice.

I guess when you graduate university and you are away from Mom and Dad, getting wasted makes you feel quite grown up…at least until you are on your hands and knees in the wee wee hours, praying beside that great, odiferous porcelain god and coughing up voluminous, fetid offerings to the same. Thankfully, most of us eventually grow out of this stage.

Happy Graduation!!!