
After a constant stream of parties and house guests over the last few months (year, really), we’re chilling at home this New Year’s Eve.
It’s not quite Hawaii-level Relaxation, but it will be perfect.
2010, you’ve been so good to us. Welcome, 2011!

After a constant stream of parties and house guests over the last few months (year, really), we’re chilling at home this New Year’s Eve.
It’s not quite Hawaii-level Relaxation, but it will be perfect.
2010, you’ve been so good to us. Welcome, 2011!
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I think it turned out great, if I do say so myself!
You can even make out some of the stars if you squint!
Earlier this morning (at 12:41 am, Mountain Time, to be exact), we witnessed a total Lunar Eclipse. (Truth be told, we practiced taking photos with the full moon a couple hours before that. I did set an alarm for 12:30, in the off chance I’d fall asleep and miss it. I’m a Night Owl, but I also like to be prepared. Luckily, we had the perfect vantage point from the deck in our back yard!)
Although eclipses are always really cool to see, the fact that it coincided with the Solstice made it just that much more special.
The night was perfect: Crisp, clear, and we got to see stars we never see from our vantage point in the city, what with the bright glow from that pesky moon obscured by something large and lumbering, it’s shadow getting in the way.
The reddish glow was mesmerizing. Watching the sliver of silver disappearing was breathtaking.
We took so many photos, played with tons of different settings, and I’m glad we had the tripod set up to capture this without the wiggle of human hands in the cold night air.

Here’s one we took while playing with the exposures &
fancy-schmancy camera settings.
Just like the one above, click to see more detail.
What a beautiful night for a Lunar Eclipse. What a beautiful beginning to the Solstice.
Happy Solstice, everyone!
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This is one of my favorite photos from Hawaii. Yes, I say that with almost every photo. I can’t help it!
Why does this one look weird? Well, when we were in Kauai, we were fortunate to have a blazingly bright full moon. We decided to play around with our new camera on the beach, and we set the exposure really long and used the moonlight to take our photo.
I haven’t edited this photo at all. This is the power of a fancy camera, creativity, and moonlight.
I love how the waves appear to wash right through us, softened and morphed together as time goes on. Little movements we made while standing still for so long appear blurry and soft.
When I saw this photo, it reminded me of our relationship. For almost 14 years, we’ve stood by each other as waves have crashed around us, sometimes soothing, sometimes exhilarating, sometimes frightening, always exciting. Time has softened it all. Little movements we’ve made together or separate appear blurry now, but when held long enough, our image is strong.
Today, 10 years ago, we made this bond public and official.
Here’s to many more years of magic and moonlight, softness and strength, love and excitement.
Happy Anniversary!
I love you, babe.
This is one of my favorite photos from our trip to Hawaii. I took it at the Lu’au in Maui. The Fire Dancer is dancing with the fire, or is the fire dancing with him?
Both.
So, what does one wear for Halloween when a tiara is your everyday attire?
Jessie, the Cowgirl (from Toy Story) to the rescue!
Yee haw!
If you can’t tell Princess Claire is disguised as Jessie, and Rosie, the horse, is playing the part of Bullseye.
You’ve seen this photo before, but I wanted to take this time to officially enter it in a photo contest. (Click on the “Greeblepix Contest” above to see more details!) He took it with our little point-and-shoot camera, and I love it!
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Title: The Red Bucket
Taken by: My husband, Mr. CasualPerfect
Location: On our trip to San Francisco, CA
Date: August 28, 2010
Camera Stats: Canon PowerShot Digital Elph
Touch Up: None
I’ve written about Picture Day before, but I’ll keep my opinions to myself this time. I mean, how can someone be critical of a day that brings out this?

Claire is EXCITED and has been planning her outfit and hairstyle for a week. I can’t WAIT to see how she handles this when she actually has two digits in her age.
Have you ever been Letterboxing?
Letterboxing? What’s Letterboxing?
I admit it; I’d never heard of it. When Mile High Mamas featured a post on Letterboxing, I clicked through thinking it was a craft project or something. Or maybe a sport? I had no idea.
But it wasn’t either of those two things, and what I discovered was amazing!
In fact, I was intrigued.

Yes, I'm @casualperfect. Would you expect anything less? Claire is the cute little hot-pink flower (as seen in the other photo below).
Letterboxing is a hobby that goes back to the 1850s! It’s a lot like “geocaching,” in that you search for little boxes of “buried treasure” that someone else has hidden. In Letterboxing, you use puzzles to figure out how to find the “buried” treasure, rather than a GPS device. (I’m using “buried” in quotes, because most Letterboxes aren’t actually buried. Oh, and some clues require the use of a compass, but not all of them do.) Inside each box is a stamp that you use to mark your own book. You then use your own personalized stamp to mark the book inside the box. When you get home, you can log on to the website and record the find that way, too.
I popped in our city and state into the “Find Letterboxes” link, and I was surprised to see dozens of options within miles of our house…and HUNDREDS in our metro area! There was a Letterbox relatively close, and the puzzle seemed relatively easy, so we decided to go find it.
At one point in the riddle, these particular instructions told us to “go in a bearing of 110″ on the compass, and so we borrowed Daddy’s compass, and he gave us a quick lesson on how to read it. It’s been ages since I’ve read a compass, and other than knowing where the major North East South West directions are, I’ve never used one to go a “bearing” of anything!
But, I listened to what he said, and it made sense. Kinda. Then, he gave us the “Just because I earned a badge in this doesn’t mean I remember exactly what to do! I haven’t used one of these in years!” disclaimer, and off we went.
From the clue, I thought I had a general idea of where the Letterbox was hidden. We figured out the riddle and then got to the part where we needed the compass.
We were to take a compass bearing of 110 and walk 39 paces from the little pine tree.
I did exactly what the former Boy Scout had told me to, and we ended up scaling a rather annoying fence and traipsing through a rather difficult portion of “natural grasses.” In fact, I wasn’t sure how we were going to find ANYTHING out there, let alone a small hidden box. We were out there forever. None of the clues really made much sense when we got to the end of our 39 paces. Does that look like a little line of trees to you? Which trees would be numbers 1 and 2? We’re not doing something right…
Here’s where I admit that I’m a little too OCD for Letterboxing. Correction: I’m a little too OCD to STOP Letterboxing. We looked for an hour. I just couldn’t give up. Claire was a trooper through this whole thing. We were getting tangled in brambles, but she didn’t care. She wanted to find it too. Here’s where I admit that Claire has inherited my OCD tendency when it comes to puzzles….and Letterboxing. Who knew!?
Finally, I pulled the plug on this expedition. We made our way to the more civilized part of the park, but I just couldn’t quit. The thought of going home empty-handed weighed heavily on my mind. We decided to follow the instructions, step by step, one last time.
We made it to the little pine tree again.
That’s when I really thought about the compass and the bearing of 110. That’s when I realized my mistake. My husband’s instructions had led us on a path of true north, NOT a bearing of 110. When I made the adjustment, we ended up going in a completely different direction, and all of a sudden, the other clues started to make sense.
We looked down, and there it was! We’d found it!
In Letterboxing, you’re supposed to be discreet when you find one. You’re supposed to usher it away from the hiding place to make your mark in the book, before re-hiding it in the same place. You’re supposed to do this in secrecy and quietness.
I was bursting with joy and did use a hushed, although excited whisper, but Claire screamed, “WE FOUND IT!?!” at the top of her tiny lungs. Needless to say, we’ll have to work on that part.
We stamped our book. We signed theirs. We re-hid the box in the exact place we found it.
On the walk home, Claire asked if we could go find another one. Right now.

What you need for Letterboxing: Book to record your find, ink pads (Claire's is pink & mine is lavender), personalized stamps, pen, instructions (clues/riddle), and a compass (not always needed or used properly. Heh.) If you click to enlarge the photo, you can see where Claire and I have signed our book, just like we did in the Letterbox book.
Needless to say, we’re hooked.
We have our own personalized stamps all ready to go. I have a whole list of other Letterboxes to find in our area before we venture off to farther locales. I have a renewed understanding on how to read a compass.
Claire and I not only found our very first Letterbox, we’ve found a new obsession. I mean, hobby. We’ve found a new hobby.
So, what about you? Do you Letterbox? …and if so, do you have a Support Group I can join? ![]()
We love Colorado. We’ve been here since 1999, and we have a rather constant stream of visitors that pass through our doors.
We affectionately call this place The Hotel Rasmussen.
I’ve been tempted to search for a good place to buy mints for pillows…in bulk.
Speaking of hotels, years ago, we took some friends up to The Stanley Hotel in Estes Park. It’s iconic and really cool to see in person, especially if you’re a Stephen King fan.
Last week, when one of my friends from college was here, we decided to do that again.
Claire has only seen it from a distance, and it’s been years since I’ve gone.
We had a blast!
The weather was perfect. The crowds at The Stanley were minimal. The crowds in Estes Park proper were insane, so we headed back toward Denver and checked out the Pearl Street Mall in Boulder for a while.
While at The Stanley, we had lunch in the restaurant, and we checked out the waterfalls behind it.
We lounged on the terrace overlooking the pool.
I use the term “we” loosely.
A fantastic time was had by all! And, no, we didn’t see any ghosts, but we were assured that they saw us.