Twice this past week I have been out the door at zero dark thirty with coffee in one hand, my camera in the other. On both occasions I had a fresh opportunity to see me hometown with a fresh eye and I wanted to share. Yesterday’s agenda was to take my Mom to the train station to put her on the “Zephyr”, bound for Grand Junction where she will spend the Holiday with my Sisters. As I sat there in Union Station, sipping coffee and waiting for the Train, it occurred to me that Denver has matured into a living work of art and so has my Mother. How could I not be inspired?