When looking for a Christmas tree in the mountains of Colorado, you may just get distracted by all the other natural wonders around you that periodically you forget to look for the holiday wonder in question.
“Nature” is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.”
I had to go back into the archives for this one, my friends. Way back. One and one-half years back to be precise. I thought perhaps I had shared this before on my former photo blog, but it turns out I didn’t. Compelling narrative, no? I should probably write a memoir.
The weather is getting warmer and I swear that summer will be arriving soon. Despite the fact that snow has been falling all day long (no….stop….leave us alone…), I am certain we are within reach of those long summer days full of sandals, mountains, outdoor grilling and more. With all this summer longing positively driving my every waking thought, I decided to finally share this little adventure from September 2015, at the one and only Devil’s Thumb Ranch.
We arrived at Devil’s Thumb Ranch in the dead of night. The stars were bright in the exceptional darkness of nighttime in the mountains, and we rounded the last curvy road to pull up at the lodge, thankful to have arrived at long last following our late departure from Denver in Friday traffic.
We were there to celebrate Dan’s birthday, having won an overnight stay through a charity auction months prior. My dad frequently enjoys nordic skiing on the property, and I daresay I also have cross-country skied there myself once upon a time. But for all intents and purposes, this was my first visit to Devil’s Thumb Ranch. And Dan and I were ready to go all in.
This is what makes a place like DTR so great. If you simply start walking, straight from the back porch after breakfast, you have at your fingertips any number of trails and activities just waiting for you. Over the course of our brief visit there, we hiked (and got lost), rode horses through the mountains (and didn’t get lost), ate several amazing meals, and briefly considered crashing a wedding party. Oh, and I met a merry goat who I am certain most desired to start his own rock band.
Hello, my lovelies. It’s here. The best time of the year.
This season makes me come alive. It’s the crispness in the air and the desire to transition from iced coffee to piping hot cups of joe. It’s the bright golden yellows of changing leaves, and sharp, deep blues of that Colorado sky. I swear that sky will make you believe in the heavens.
I’m hoping to get myself into the higher country soon to truly breathe in these natural changes. But for today I wanted to show you a couple different views of our dear Denver city.
A few weeks ago I spent three days in the heart of the city, photographing an online news conference. While we only live about 10 minutes outside of city center, these days I don’t spend too much time working/playing/existing in the midst of it all. I go into town to pick up Dan from the newsroom, or to attend meetings of my own at that same newsroom. We periodically attend special events, dinners, a theatre show now and then. But these are typically special occasions.
I’m a city girl. I love the rhythms and the sights and the sounds. The fervor. And yet, it took me a beat to get back on the beat with these streets. I don’t live far away, however my little residential neighborhood, sitting just beyond our modest towers and cranes and overrun parking lots, sometimes feels rather distant. Even a whole different time zone, every now and again.
The conference kept me pretty busy over those three days, but not busy enough to miss the opportunity to get back in sync with beautiful Denver. I took it all in, but it was the changing light of the new fall season that caught my eye first. If you take a minute to notice it, you’ll find autumn doesn’t only make itself known in the leaves and the descending temperature. It can also be found reflected in windows and bouncing off brick and highlighted in decorative incandescent lightbulbs.
Soak it in, friends. Winter will be upon us faster than a blink.