There is a reason that Crested Butte has earned the alias of “wildflower capital”. Tammy and I recently spent four days visiting some of my old time favorites, Slate Creek, Oh-Be Joyful, Maroon Bells Wilderness, Paradise Basin and the Anthracite Range. We badly needed to “Re-Boot” both figuratively and literally. The Flora could not have been more spectacular and the folks at the Rocky Mountains Biological Laboratory were abuzz collecting data. Enjoy the explosion of color and remember that the greatest adventures are in your own backyard!
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Monday evening, as I drove home I witnessed the most incredible sunset. A glowing orange and yellow sky over the latent silhouette of the front range. Too much traffic and visual obstruction to pull over and take a photo, I captured the image in my mind instead. I had just left my folks at the Denver Hospice Care Center at Lowry where my Dad would undergo a procedure the next morning that would make him more comfortable as he suffered from the later stages of Parkinson’s Disease. Before I said goodnight to my Father for the last time, we talked about how beautiful the facility was and I told him that Robin Williams had passed away (he loved Robin Williams). One of the night nurses graciously brought them a tuna fish sandwich to share even though they had “checked in” too late for dinner and after I left I understand that Dad ate most of it.
Oh how much it hurts to loose someone you Love so much. The grief might even cause a person to jump out of bed, start and finish a painting as the sun rises, which is exactly what I did this morning. I am compelled to paint my Father’s setting sun and this small sketch will be used for a piece that is 20 times larger. I want this memory to be larger than life.
The creators of the 1968 black and white film “Night of the Living Dead” could hardly have envisioned that one day, their handiwork would reside in the Library of Congress due to it’s cultural significance. Who would have guessed that hundreds, if not thousands of Zombie movies would would follow over the next four and a half decades, that the most popular show on television would be set in the midst of a global Zombie apocalypse. We are indeed a society with a fixation on the un-dead.
This Halloween season, we grabbed our cameras and headed to the 8th Annual Denver Zombie Crawl. I haven’t yet heard an official number but I’m pretty sure there were fifteen thousand or so participants, dressed to the nines and slipping and slathering up and down the 16th Street Mall. Enjoy the pics and be sure to check out our short video!
The Greatest Adventures are Waiting in Your Own Backyard.
Our Routine was picked up by the wind and blown around in the Colorado spin-drift this winter, and as spring emerges we find ourselves landing softly in a new life at a much lower elevation. We leave behind warm memories of living in relative seclusion at 9600 feet and we find ourselves excited about the new challenges at 5280. Denver is our new normal. Not only are we close to Family, friends and new opportunities, we are in the midst of a thriving city much different from the Denver that I grew up in. We can’t wait to reach out from our new home base, find new experiences and share them with you all right here, so please stay tuned.
Napoleon Hill once said “A goal is a dream with a deadline”. I simply couldn’t wait another day to get things moving along again, deadline met. As for the dreams, they will take care of themselves. It’s great to be back!
The lenticular cloud formations light up like a giant marquee. The stage is now set for the opening of a new season in the Colorado high country. The warm days of Indian Summer have been wisely used, the wood is piled high and the plow sits ready to push back the spin-drift in the days and weeks ahead. No longer do we lament the passing of what was, we now look to the challenge of the future with eager anticipation, knowing that prosperity is the offspring of hardship.
Scattered along the hillsides that surround the historic towns of Central City and Blackhawk you will find dozens of cemeteries, final resting places of the hearty souls who traded the easy life for a chance to pull treasure from the Earth. It can be a bit spooky to stroll through these graveyards at dusk on a cold fall evening, leaves crunching under your feet as you walk, looking over your shoulder with an unexplainable feeling that you are not alone.
Taking advantage of the best weather that Indian Summer has to offer, we headed south this weekend, chasing the last remaining colors of fall into the great state of New Mexico. Our getaway took us to Taos via State Hwy. 64, then south along the Rio Grande River to Santa Fe. How lucky we are to be so completely surrounded by places to go and things to see and to have the ability to roll back the seasons a week or two simply by driving for a couple of hours.
Santa Fe is an artist’s mecca and there is no better way to feel the vibe than to find yourself on Canyon Road on a Saturday morning. Over 100 galleries line this street and just being part of the crowd will inspire you to do something creative as soon as you get home.
I think the pictures say it all, great weather, great places, great company and a great weekend. The Greatest Adventures Are Waiting In Your Own Backyard!
“Autumn is a second spring, where every leaf is a flower” ~ Albert Camus
So bittersweet is this time of the year in Colorado. The moment I see the first signs of Autumn, I find myself crying out to the season, “I miss you already”. And as each week passes there is a sharpening of the senses, a greater appreciation for the gentle sound of the breeze rustling through the soft glowing leaves, the warmth of the sun, the length of the day. I have been witnessing this grand finale of the Colorado Summer for my entire life, yet each time I am actually surprised that nature has so many colors in its palette.
First there is a warning quack, then a resounding quack-quack followed by the fluttering of wings. “There goes Mr. and Mrs. Duck” Tammy will say and we watch the pair skim over the water in the same easterly direction. And so the chain of events repeats itself, day in and day out as we take our daily walks. Ahhh, summer in the mountains of Southern Colorado.
When I was a kid, I’d take an old shoe box, poke a hole in the end of it and tape a piece of black and white photo paper inside. It always amazed me how I could miraculously produce a photograph using such simple tools. Today, it amazes me that with all of the fancy equipment I can’t seem to get a wildlife image that looks much different from those pinhole camera pictures. Shooting photographs or video of wildlife is an art form that neither one of us has mastered. We are persistent however and we have the desire, a combination that will eventually unlock the door to success.
So, back to that elusive pair of Ducks and the comical scene that unfolds each time I try to photograph them. I’ve done everything shy of dressing in camouflage and building a duck blind to capture their image. I have indeed, crawled through the grass on my belly and hidden behind a nearby shack a number of times. Holding my camera in shooting position, I peer around the corner as if I’m an FBI agent on a drug raid. “Quack…Quack Quack….Flutter Flutter”, they’re gone before I can take command of my focus ring.
It seems as though the same scenario plays itself out no matter what the subject matter is. Tammy and I drive everywhere with cameras ready and tripods extended for when and not if we see a heard of Elk, a Bear or a Mountain Lion. The way it really seems to work is quite different from what we anticipate though. In the past 7 days, we have seen a Blonde Male Bear, a Black Male Bear and a Momma Bear with three darling little Cubs. When we see something really great there is an adrenaline rush and a very confusing attempt to communicate with one another that could easily lead to disaster. “Stop” “Go” “Roll Down the Window” “ Move out of my way” “We need a new windshild” are the types of things you might hear in that moment. It’s not uncommon for me to lose my mind and attempt to take pictures from a moving vehicle, while I am driving. And then there are the times when we are whispering and moving very slowly to get into position. I open the door with the key still in the ignition and the “ding-ding-ding” announces to the whole forest that we are there, larger than life.
So go easy on us when you judge these pictures. They aren’t as easy to get as you might think. And remember The Greatest Adventures Are Waiting In Your Own Backyard!