Let’s say you’re in Denver on a long weekend, to catch a couple of concerts at Red Rocks (Alison Krauss and Robert Plant* one night, Mark Knopfler a couple of nights later). Let’s say that after you arrive at Denver International Airport, which seems to be conveniently located in western Kansas, you drive into the city for lunch. And let’s say, as you drive along, you see vacuum cleaners lined up in a front yard. Let’s say you keep that startling information to yourself, because…well, just because. And then let’s say that after lunch, you navigate your spouse back to that street so you can take a few photos. (Your spouse drops you off at the end of the block, and stays in the car.)

Then, let’s say that somehow, eventually, what you saw in that front yard begins to make sense….**

Denver, Colorado
photographed 6.20.2008

*Neither time nor Jumbotrons have been kind to Robert Plant. But the show was excellent.

**That part, the part about making sense? It hasn’t actually happened yet.