“From Here To There” ~ Thanksgiving in Southern Colorado
We live in a dynamic, ever-changing world. We can pretend that it doesn’t change all that much and that we can bring back the “good old days”, but we are just fooling ourselves. I shot this photo last Friday morning as I trudged through a foot and a half of fresh powder snow at daybreak. This is the moment that I experience each year where I accept that Summer will not be coming back for a very long time. This is the moment that I accept the cleansing power of the frozen landscape. This is the moment when I look through the storm and the lifting fog and I can see new possibilities. This is how it should be.
Colorado State Capital
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?