It’s Been WAY TOO LONG since I posted last and what better time than now!

I found this unpublished post in the inner workings of my WordPress dashboard, labeled “Denver Buildings, Frozen in Time”, from August of 2010, so here you go, as I dust off my chops and get reacquainted with posting on WP.

Lakeside Amusement Park Tower

The above photo was taken (and reconfigured using an old technique) in 2004; it was taken near sunset on a hot summer night, as I recall.

Utilizing the same technique that same summer, I took this photo of the Conservatory Dome at the Denver Botanic Gardens, about the same time of the evening…

Dome

For quite a long time, this next photo was a favorite but, as we all know, favorites can always be replaced; it was taken in a section of Denver called the Highlands, one of the oldest in the city (so named because it sits up on a piece of land that is higher than the city and looks down on it, which the original inhabitants did in a very figurative and discerning way!):

Highlands Alley Building

And another I’ve always liked

Timeless

But times (and timelessness) change………..don’t they?

Better Late Than Never…..A Belated Birthday Gift for Ed: An Afternoon on the Pecos River, November 2012

Pecos Flow

In early November 2012, I traveled down to Santa Fe, New Mexico, for 4 days of celebration and the birthday of one of my oldest friends, Ed Gale. Ed and I went to high school together at Fountain Valley School, outside Colorado Springs, in the late 60s. Along for the ride were a couple of more high school chums, Kurt Swingle and Ernie Steck. We all arrived on Thursday, enjoying a wonderful dinner in downtown at The Shed, which I highly recommend, if you are down that way! I also recommend Harry’s Roadhouse, where we had breakfast the following morning, after which we ventured eastward to Cowles, which is little more than a sign post on a road with a smattering of cabins, here and there. That said, however, it was definitely a home away from home for our overnight. Once we had unloaded the truck and settled our gear, we took off for a scan of the river for Ernie, who had brought his fishing tackle, and for me, camera in hand. They found a likely spot for Ernie to return to and I caught this candid shot, the faces of the innocent kept in confidence:

Perusing the River

We continued along our merry ways, whether it was Ernie donning his fly-fishing gear or myself continuing to shoot photos, as I am wont to do in a new environment. I traipsed about the shoreline as I studied the river and how various things got in its way to impede its course….that is, the rocks and boulders, felled branches and trees, detritus of one form or another, or whatever may be pushing it this way or that. While my concentration was the Pecos River itself, I was, occasionally, distracted by various  bits that caught my eye.

Pecos Spanish Moss

The best of that afternoon follows………………………….

This Is For……… (another post to a friend)

Reaching Out To, Santa Fe, 2006

THIS IS FOR JESSICA.

I met you last night and one I hope that our friendship blossoms for a long time to come. In the brief moments we had to talk, we cut straight to the cores of things and connected in ways many people still have no clue about. So, consider these photos as a way to see a little deeper into me………..

Minions Reaching for Their Garden God, Edgewater, 2010

Getting Out of Hell, Edgewater, 2008

Cruise Night

HOT Engine. Wheat Ridge, CO, 2010.

Every Friday night, there is a spot on 32nd Ave in Wheat Ridge, where old and hot muscle cars line up on display for anyone to see and for their owners to hob-nob about their cars. I went along with my friend, Elliot, and his son, Syd, for the first time tonight. I’ll definitely be going back for more. Here are some of the best shots I took and the “shifts” I turned them into.

Speeding Towards the Sun

On Fire

Blue Flame. Denver, 2005

Flames on the Floor. Denver, 2005

One from Shoshoko

Columbine and Ponderosa. Shoshoko, 2008

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Red House……

…..is the name of a song that was made quite popular by Jimi Hendrix in the late ’60s. The very first time I heard it, I fell in love with it! What is funny about the first time I heard it is that I found it on a Warner Brothers sampler album that you could get by sending in a coupon that was found on the inner liner. Some of you may remember this fine way of discovering new music back then but many people I mention this to have no idea what I am talking about, whether they were from that time period or not. The  promotional campaign was called “Loss Leaders“.

Take a listen** while you study the photo…………

There's A Red House Over Yonder, That's Where.... Denver, 2009.

Here are the lyrics, if you find you want to sing along (feel free to play air guitar b/c I think you’re safe….no one’s watching!):

There’s a red house over yonder, that’s where my baby stays.
There’s a red house over yonder, baby, that’s where my baby stays.
Well, I ain’t been home to see my baby in about ninety nine and one half days,
’bout time I see her.

Wait a minute, something’s wrong.
The key wont unlock the door.
Wait a minute, something’s wrong, baby.
The key wont unlock the door.
I got a bad, bad feeling that my baby don’t live here no more.

I might as well go on back down,
Go back ‘cross yonder over the hill.
I might as well go back over yonder
Way back yonder ‘cross the hill, (That’s where I come from)
‘Cos if my baby don’t love me no more.
I know her sister will!

** For those who want to listen to a longer, bluesier version, take a listen to this amazing piece of music!

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Taken 40 Years Ago, Today

Pickled Plums on Kitchen Windowsill, Edgewater 2010

I shot this photo with the camera on my phone, which is a habit I’ve taken to in recent months….because I take A LOT of photos of food I prepare nowadays [mostly because I have a lot of Foddie Friends]. When I placed the jar on the windowsill, it struck me as though I was standing in my Great Aunt’s kitchen in IA back in the mid-70s, when I first started to learn canning.

Canning: a lost art known, almost only, to those in agrarian areas [yes, and a lot of it happens in cities as well].

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As Fall Approaches

DBG Pond and Changing Trees, 2005

These are photos I’ve taken through the years that reflect the oncoming colors that Autumn graces all of us with, in all of our different spots in the world. When I moved to Colorado many many years ago, I was told that there “aren’t any real colors, just lots of yellows.” Because I came from New England, where I grew up, and spent lots of time in Iowa and other parts of the Midwest during many of those same years, I was used to seeing a vast range of colors.

I didn’t think much of Colorado’s Autumn colors when I was in and out of college….I simply didn’t make note of it (if you can believe that!!). The more time I spent in the mountains, though, the more I came to realize…

Esalen, 2006

Tree - Cliff - Fog

taken at Esalen Institue in Sept 2006 while spending a gratis day there, given to us by a massage therapist who worked there, who Wren met at the Power to the People Concerts (headlined with Michael Franti) in San Francisco a few days before.

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