Change of Time

Change of Time

Autumn’s intoxicating colors offset the season’s ever deepening chill.

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Noise

Noise

Out in the open graffiti is just that: graffiti. Eyesore! But graffiti can also turn dank allyways like this one off East Colfax into free-form art galleries. Here, the image seems to shout “Noise!”

Bubbles

Bubbles

The one thing Denver lacks is an ocean, but since I took up bicycling again, I’ve discovered a world of falls, rapids and ponds along the network of trails that track the region’s many creeks and streams. It’s possible to feel lost in a wildness just a stone’s throw from a busy roadway. There, all one hears is the rush and gurgle of water.

Red

Red

When the light hits just right, tail lights can sparkle like diamonds. It’s difficult to tell, sometimes, whether the driver has left his or her lights on. I imagine that I’m walking through Tiffany’s. Art appears in the most mundane settings.

Layers

Layers

Layering occurs constantly. Layering of sediments, wind borne as well as water borne, comes immediately to mind. The stories that we tell ourselves; the lies. Artists are forever painting over, layer upon layer. My layering beside my bed went unnoticed until I opened my eyes.