Monthly Archives: September 2016
The occasional picnic
My dad was born in this little town, almost 93 years ago. Our trip fell shortly before the one-year anniversary of his death and I was strangely drawn to the place. I wanted to look at my great-grandmother’s grave. You know what? I needed to look at it; somehow I thought that connection would make things feel more right*.
After that, we took advantage of the picnic tables provided by the town, for the use of the occasional traveler, and had lunch before we continue home.
Branson, Colorado
photographed 9.5.2016
*Did it? No, I don’t think it did, really.
American Agriculture
My good friend Brett Erickson often speaks of the importance of finding (and photographing, of course) metaphors.
And, so, here’s one view of the future of American agriculture, where the newest thing in the entire scene is the container from a Japanese-based shipping company.
Campo, Colorado
photographed 8.30.2016
Flower/tub
I believe this old tub has seen many generations of late-summer sunflowers come and go.
Trinchera, Colorado
photographed 9.5.2016
30/42
Remember the the other day, when I mentioned the avoid-Interstates trip? That was only part of the reasons we ended up in Trinchera, Colorado. The other reason was that I remembered my dad mentioning it. Now, I’ll admit that it would sure be a better story if I could recall what he said about it, but I can’t. (On the good side, though, at least you don’t have to read through a long account of something that happened in 1928 and was already boring as soon as it had happened.)
But, anyway. Trinchera. The road and the train cross over Trinchera Creek just on the west side of town. And there’s a path down to the creek, which gave me a nice view of the railroad bridge.
Trinchera, Colorado
photographed 9.5.2016
Made Fresh Daily
Good lord, what have I done?
There’s a person in this picture!
My apologies.
Union Station
Denver, Colorado
photographed 9.2.2016
One Day | One Image 