“It is the mind that makes the body.”
-Sojourner Truth
I’m a lover of books and music makes my brain jive. (As does java, but that’s another story.)
Magazine articles, novels, autobiographies, short fiction, long fiction, nonfiction, I love it all.
We all have our “thing”: photography, creating music, design, art, writing, acting, running, reporting, teaching, parenting.
In each of these – and I would argue, in everything you do – you need inspiration.
Productive, crafty, dance practice, yarn, knitting needles, a mountain, a lookout, a lookout on the mountain, the Lookout Mountain, hang gliders, X-Files, family, pizza, wine.
Three cheers for weekends!
Every now and then something remarkable will grab your attention.
This sunset that poured through the office windows last Thursday made a swarm of reporters, editors, photographers, look up, pause with wonderment, and grab whatever camera they had to snap a quick shot from the balcony.
It didn’t last for much more than ten minutes, but it was enough time to remind us all to stop, take a deep breath, and reaffirm that the world is a big and marvelous place.
Denver is a unique place.
We have beautiful scenery and mountains that draw every variety of skier and snowboarder and adventurer to it.
We have a relatively thriving metropolis. It’s not big by Manhattan-standards, but it holds its own. It’s growing and making a name for itself.
We have history and tradition. The Molly Brown House. The Brown Palace Hotel.
The Hotel – a very opulent place, beautiful, shiny, they serve a high-tea (and check out that chandelier) – has one particular tradition that kicks in once a year during the Stock Show.
It involves a red carpet.
And a cow.
What do you think of when you think of “the west”?