For whatever reason I'm drawn to the the less popular; the rag-tag, rumpled, untucked misfits of the world. Not as some sort of contrarian act - but more in a search for intrinsic worth. In all things. Acknowledgement of life's many, many dimensions. Yuma County Grain One of my favorite things to do is head East, towards the less notable portions of this glorious state of Colorado. I don't know if it's out [...]
I realized something of great importance this past Saturday while traveling Iron Mountain Road in Wyoming: I love Wyoming. I love it the way you love something you didn't realize you loved at first. The way some things kinda sneak up on you when you're not looking then bam - there they are and you wonder how long this has been going on. I love Colorado too, but Colorado's easy to love. Everyone loves Colorado. Wyoming's [...]
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I have had the privilege of living in Colorado since 1981 when I moved to Fort Collins to attend Colorado State University. Having moved from Illinois, I'd literally do anything to get into the mountains. At first a poor college student with no car, I once borrowed a friend's bike - two sizes too large - to pedal up Thompson Canyon from Fort Collins, backpack with ice axe and all. I remember a sleek, streamlined peloton of [...]
South Brush Creek, Snowy Range, Wyoming At first it looked like a dead animal - a brownish, furry lump in the middle of the dirt 320. The wind blew and late morning sun peeked in and out of an active sky. Through a dirty windshield it was tough to make out. As the car slowly rolled closer, the profile of a small head emerged from the fur, then turned a few times trying to get [...]
Sometimes when visiting a new place surrounded by such emptiness there's a mild reservation about leaving the imagined security of whatever semblance of civilization there is - and striking alone into the void. With minimal maps and no idea what really lay out there I check the fuel gauge and tires, listen to the car carefully for any indication of malfunction and make sure a little food and water are close at hand.
A few weeks ago I needed to get out - as in far away from the computer - in a big way. The weather wasn't good along the Front Range and checking the iPhone confirmed pretty much any place within easy driving distance was experiencing the same. It looked like the only thing to do was out drive the front. I fueled up, stopped for the requisite Americano and headed into the rain not knowing [...]
Nothing hits the reset button like a road trip with a couple of old, film cameras - even if just for the day. On this day it was my favorite home away from home, North Park, Colorado. North Park is still "old Colorado" and I enjoy that immensely. North Park sits unassumingly, tucked quietly between the heavily traveled Steamboat corridor and Poudre Canyon. I've written about North Park quite a bit before - there's just [...]
As the year winds down there's a tendency to review and reflect - and anticipate with great excitement the upcoming year. The beginning of a new year has always been especially welcomed. Not prone to unrealistic, over enthusiastic expectations, but instead new goals. Fresh starts. Soon we'll travel back to Chicago to visit family. After having done this drive for 30+ years now it's easy to understand those who grow weary of it. For us [...]
At the end of the day it’s light that’s the star. Great light can turn nearly any ordinary scene into something extraordinary. Those days I’m fortunate enough to be out in that wonderful, glorious autumn light with a camera are good days indeed. Making photographs is as much about the process as it is about the final image.
Pine (Bluffs), Wyoming lay at the extreme south-eastern corner of the state, a stone’s throw from Nebraska along the Old Lincoln Highway and I-80. My visit to Pine was late in the year with my dog Henry. Over the course of several months we’d seen Henry begin to slow and knew he’d begun his journey home. Not wanting to miss any opportunities with him I took the Jeep this trip, knowing he’s more comfortable than in [...]