Showing posts with label Colorado. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colorado. Show all posts

Monday, December 26, 2016

The Riven Tree

The trail is quiet, not a bird breaks the silent, trackless, virgin Colorado Powder.

Time itself rests from its relentless, steady, pushing and cracking through its unmarked path.

No spring on the wing, no thaw, no new growth needling its way into a new spring morning.

No, not yet.


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Saturday, December 24, 2016

The Continuing Saga of Green, the Sinclair Station Protector

Our hardy photographer was again exploring the myths and sagas of the Ancient West, when he or she snapped this amazing shot of Green, the legendary protector of the Sinclair station in Southern Colorado.  The rumor is (probably) true!!   Every now and then, just once in a while, Green steps away from his daily vigil and his nightly nap to wander the midnight streets of Fairplay.  Notice the slight turn of the head, the tiny smile, the mischievous gleam of the eye. 


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To re-enjoy the origin legend of Green, see http://discoveringmeaninginlife.blogspot.com/search?q=green+egg

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Friday, December 23, 2016

Snow Grazing

It's late afternoon in the Arkansas River Valley in Southern Colorado. Cattle graze on the yellow leftovers from the fall harvest, probably alfalfa.
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Tuesday, November 15, 2016

A Wrinkle in Time

I looked along the wrinkles in my couch, looking for a random blink of karma. A tiny warp in the woof of time. Oh yes, here's one, and it’s a beauty.I'm weaving away at a plain wool blanket, horse outside, warm piles left to show the way for the summer grass. Oh that’s too far off. I had a saddle though, it was western style, squeaky and smelling of old leather. Aspens along the ridge.

Oh that leather smell!

Pines in the background, sounds of the horses chomping up the yellow grass, rough mane, rough hair, rough feel of western Levis. Old boots with dusty creases, red fire in the wildflowers. White, white clouds along the ridge. Sun somewhere shining.

Now there’s a wrinkle for you.

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Sunday, August 28, 2016

Southern Colorado

Time swept you away, and I am left with beauty.

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Somewhere near South Park, Southern Colorado


Southern Colorado

Time swept you away, and I am left with beauty.

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Somewhere near South Park, Southern Colorado


Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Promises Wait for Another New Day

The midnight sky is stuffed with moonlight,
but you wouldn’t know it from the afternoon,
filled with grey rain along the edges.

Two figures walk along the empty road,
foreground vivid with the here and now,
while the vanishing point draws relentless close.

What destinies wait behind that grey horizon,
waiting for the early sun to polish up
those dreams we left for dead the night before.
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Thursday, June 4, 2015

Remembering Lara Lee Calloway 1973 -- 2015

Hello Everyone, So many of you knew my niece Lara.  I want to share this with you.  See you very soon, Linda Jo.
Lara  Remembering SAIC
Remembering
Lara Calloway
1973 - 2015 May 8, 2015
MacLean Ballroom, School of the Art Institute of Chicago




  • "I loved her. I'll miss her. She exuded love and acceptance...."
- Carrie Rubenstein
LARA LEE CALLOWAY
 Funeral rites for Lara Lee Calloway will be at 3 p.m. Sunday in the village church at Canada de Los Alamos in the valley below her childhood home on the Old Santa Fe Trail. She died in her sleep on May 3 at home in Chicago. She lived in an artful world filled with colors and fabrics and images and fine trinkets and sacred illuminations and people with stories to tell. Growing up, she worked in Santa Fe galleries, ushered at the Opera and traveled often in Georgia O'Keeffe country. She graduated from St. Michael's High School in 1991 and received a BA in art history from UNM in 1995. She left Santa Fe in her early twenties, drawn to the advanced School of a great museum, the Art Institute of Chicago, where she received a BA in fine arts in 2000. She remained in Chicago, doing photography and fashion, making jewelry, acting in her beloved improv theaters and enjoying urban life while supporting herself with office work, predominantly in the financial district. Last fall she entered a new graduate program at the SAIC about public engagement in events and museums. In a SAIC memorial service, friends and classmates lauded her work and joyful personality. Everyone will miss her humorous portraits of Chicago posted in social media and written with her thumbs while riding on trains and buses. Lara was only 42. She was preceded in death 14 months ago by her mother, Tova Calloway. She is survived by her father, Larry Calloway of Crestone, CO, her sister Maia Calloway and her aunt Linda Jo Calloway.

Published in Santa Fe New Mexican from May 22 to May 24, 2015


ara Lee Calloway

Obituary
  • "I have known Lara since our days at St. Mike's. I looked..."
    - Monica Ulibarri

LARA LEE CALLOWAY Funeral rites for Lara Lee Calloway will be at 3 p.m. Sunday in the village church at Canada de Los Alamos in the valley below her childhood home on the Old Santa Fe Trail. She died in her sleep on May 3 at home in Chicago. She lived in an artful world filled with colors and fabrics and images and fine trinkets and sacred illuminations and people with stories to tell. Growing up, she worked in Santa Fe galleries, ushered at the Opera and traveled often in Georgia O'Keeffe country. She graduated from St. Michael's High School in 1991 and received a BA in art history from UNM in 1995. She left Santa Fe in her early twenties, drawn to the advanced School of a great museum, the Art Institute of Chicago, where she received a BA in fine arts in 2000. She remained in Chicago, doing photography and fashion, making jewelry, acting in her beloved improv theaters and enjoying urban life while supporting herself with office work, predominantly in the financial district. Last fall she entered a new graduate program at the SAIC about public engagement in events and museums. In a SAIC memorial service, friends and classmates lauded her work and joyful personality. Everyone will miss her humorous portraits of Chicago posted in social media and written with her thumbs while riding on trains and buses. Lara was only 42. She was preceded in death 14 months ago by her mother, Tova Calloway. She is survived by her father, Larry Calloway of Crestone, CO, her sister Maia Calloway and her aunt Linda Jo Calloway.
Published in Santa Fe New Mexican from May 22 to May 24, 2015
- See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/santafenewmexican/obituary.aspx?n=lara-lee-calloway&pid=174912687#sthash.vbhubrM8.dpuf

Lara Lee Calloway

Obituary
  • "I have known Lara since our days at St. Mike's. I looked..."
    - Monica Ulibarri

LARA LEE CALLOWAY Funeral rites for Lara Lee Calloway will be at 3 p.m. Sunday in the village church at Canada de Los Alamos in the valley below her childhood home on the Old Santa Fe Trail. She died in her sleep on May 3 at home in Chicago. She lived in an artful world filled with colors and fabrics and images and fine trinkets and sacred illuminations and people with stories to tell. Growing up, she worked in Santa Fe galleries, ushered at the Opera and traveled often in Georgia O'Keeffe country. She graduated from St. Michael's High School in 1991 and received a BA in art history from UNM in 1995. She left Santa Fe in her early twenties, drawn to the advanced School of a great museum, the Art Institute of Chicago, where she received a BA in fine arts in 2000. She remained in Chicago, doing photography and fashion, making jewelry, acting in her beloved improv theaters and enjoying urban life while supporting herself with office work, predominantly in the financial district. Last fall she entered a new graduate program at the SAIC about public engagement in events and museums. In a SAIC memorial service, friends and classmates lauded her work and joyful personality. Everyone will miss her humorous portraits of Chicago posted in social media and written with her thumbs while riding on trains and buses. Lara was only 42. She was preceded in death 14 months ago by her mother, Tova Calloway. She is survived by her father, Larry Calloway of Crestone, CO, her sister Maia Calloway and her aunt Linda Jo Calloway.
Published in Santa Fe New Mexican from May 22 to May 24, 2015
- See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/santafenewmexican/obituary.aspx?n=lara-lee-calloway&pid=174912687#sthash.vbhubrM8.dpuf

Lara Lee Calloway

Obituary
  • "Very, very sorry about this. She was one of my roommates in..."
    - Lisa Gross

LARA LEE CALLOWAY Funeral rites for Lara Lee Calloway will be at 3 p.m. Sunday in the village church at Canada de Los Alamos in the valley below her childhood home on the Old Santa Fe Trail. She died in her sleep on May 3 at home in Chicago. She lived in an artful world filled with colors and fabrics and images and fine trinkets and sacred illuminations and people with stories to tell. Growing up, she worked in Santa Fe galleries, ushered at the Opera and traveled often in Georgia O'Keeffe country. She graduated from St. Michael's High School in 1991 and received a BA in art history from UNM in 1995. She left Santa Fe in her early twenties, drawn to the advanced School of a great museum, the Art Institute of Chicago, where she received a BA in fine arts in 2000. She remained in Chicago, doing photography and fashion, making jewelry, acting in her beloved improv theaters and enjoying urban life while supporting herself with office work, predominantly in the financial district. Last fall she entered a new graduate program at the SAIC about public engagement in events and museums. In a SAIC memorial service, friends and classmates lauded her work and joyful personality. Everyone will miss her humorous portraits of Chicago posted in social media and written with her thumbs while riding on trains and buses. Lara was only 42. She was preceded in death 14 months ago by her mother, Tova Calloway. She is survived by her father, Larry Calloway of Crestone, CO, her sister Maia Calloway and her aunt Linda Jo Calloway.
- See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/santafenewmexican/obituary.aspx?n=lara-lee-calloway&pid=174912687#sthash.vbhubrM8.dpuf

Lara Lee Calloway

Obituary
  • "Very, very sorry about this. She was one of my roommates in..."
    - Lisa Gross

LARA LEE CALLOWAY Funeral rites for Lara Lee Calloway will be at 3 p.m. Sunday in the village church at Canada de Los Alamos in the valley below her childhood home on the Old Santa Fe Trail. She died in her sleep on May 3 at home in Chicago. She lived in an artful world filled with colors and fabrics and images and fine trinkets and sacred illuminations and people with stories to tell. Growing up, she worked in Santa Fe galleries, ushered at the Opera and traveled often in Georgia O'Keeffe country. She graduated from St. Michael's High School in 1991 and received a BA in art history from UNM in 1995. She left Santa Fe in her early twenties, drawn to the advanced School of a great museum, the Art Institute of Chicago, where she received a BA in fine arts in 2000. She remained in Chicago, doing photography and fashion, making jewelry, acting in her beloved improv theaters and enjoying urban life while supporting herself with office work, predominantly in the financial district. Last fall she entered a new graduate program at the SAIC about public engagement in events and museums. In a SAIC memorial service, friends and classmates lauded her work and joyful personality. Everyone will miss her humorous portraits of Chicago posted in social media and written with her thumbs while riding on trains and buses. Lara was only 42. She was preceded in death 14 months ago by her mother, Tova Calloway. She is survived by her father, Larry Calloway of Crestone, CO, her sister Maia Calloway and her aunt Linda Jo Calloway.
- See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/santafenewmexican/obituary.aspx?n=lara-lee-calloway&pid=174912687#sthash.vbhubrM8.dpuf

Lara Lee Calloway

Obituary
  • "Very, very sorry about this. She was one of my roommates in..."
    - Lisa Gross

LARA LEE CALLOWAY Funeral rites for Lara Lee Calloway will be at 3 p.m. Sunday in the village church at Canada de Los Alamos in the valley below her childhood home on the Old Santa Fe Trail. She died in her sleep on May 3 at home in Chicago. She lived in an artful world filled with colors and fabrics and images and fine trinkets and sacred illuminations and people with stories to tell. Growing up, she worked in Santa Fe galleries, ushered at the Opera and traveled often in Georgia O'Keeffe country. She graduated from St. Michael's High School in 1991 and received a BA in art history from UNM in 1995. She left Santa Fe in her early twenties, drawn to the advanced School of a great museum, the Art Institute of Chicago, where she received a BA in fine arts in 2000. She remained in Chicago, doing photography and fashion, making jewelry, acting in her beloved improv theaters and enjoying urban life while supporting herself with office work, predominantly in the financial district. Last fall she entered a new graduate program at the SAIC about public engagement in events and museums. In a SAIC memorial service, friends and classmates lauded her work and joyful personality. Everyone will miss her humorous portraits of Chicago posted in social media and written with her thumbs while riding on trains and buses. Lara was only 42. She was preceded in death 14 months ago by her mother, Tova Calloway. She is survived by her father, Larry Calloway of Crestone, CO, her sister Maia Calloway and her aunt Linda Jo Calloway.
- See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/santafenewmexican/obituary.aspx?n=lara-lee-calloway&pid=174912687#sthash.vbhubrM8.dpuf


Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Winter

Dry leaves rattle and bones click against the soft satin,
shredded by time,
A coffin day.

I don’t know what to do when it comes down to it;
Nothing seems to say itself,
It just all seems out of proportion,
There is no spring back in the touch, no sap of life,
My fingers are aching with the sadness of it.
And there’s the stupid sun, spreading itself over the morning.

Look at that.
A tree down for the winter,
Gone, gone. Gone, gone, gone.

They say the sap is just below the surface,
Sticky with life, rich, and waiting.

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Colorado, Winter 2014

Saturday, February 15, 2014

The Bluest Sky

The sky was the bluest it ever was
I know for a fact
Since I have seen it everyday
For better and for worse
It won’t be as blue again
I know for a fact
It doesn’t matter
In the scheme of things
I love you so much in the bluest sky.

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Sunday, February 2, 2014

Saturation

There is no need
No more empty places
Warm, full with peace
Undone by love
I am Saturated

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January Full Moon Rising over Crestone (Larry Calloway)


Friday, January 10, 2014

Ponderosa Pine a la Georgia O'Keeffe in the Santa De Cristo Mountains

Lara C. and Bodie C. sustain one another on a treacherous and exhausting climb up Copper Gulch into the Sangre De Cristo mountains. Undaunted, our brave photographer stopped at nothing and recorded this event for all of us.

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Ponderosa Pine (?) a la Georgia O'Keeffe

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Lara, Bodie, and Ponderosa after treacherous hike

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

A Moment in the Life of "Bodie, the Border Collie"

I have to have my sustenance; it's not about me.
All day I’ve been out herding, so I’m thirsty, you see.
I’ve been herding here and herding there,
Herding birds and rabbits,
But I can't keep them anywhere.
They have such terrible habits!
I know, I know the saying goes  ‘a watched bowl will not melt’
But what else is there for me do? This is the hand I’ve been dealt.
Maybe I could howl and  yowl and bark and learn to scratch,
Or maybe I can meditate awhile and just detach,
Or maybe I can figure out how to work the latch!
I know what’s going to happen though; I’m going to  have to eat some snow.
I know how to do it, and it isn't too bad,
Just take a bite,and sit tight, and let it melt a tad.
 
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Crestone, back porch with Bodie

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Classic Off Road Vehicle, Crestone Style!

Nothing is surprising in Crestone, including the delicate colors and incredible mountain beauty.

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Friday, December 27, 2013

Crestone DeerPeople

Light separates us from the ordinary world,
guiding us into the spirit way,
pulling figures away from the ground.

It’s a blue jay morning in the pinion trees,
the dry sun shimmering with feathers,

then it's afternoon, with the white cold sun
tearing through the mountain colors.

Evening comes, and it’s feeding time,
deer muzzled in frost and silhouetted.

Then night again, with its half-lit rooms
and profile faces shining in the firelight.

It’s midnight now, and the sky is splintering with stars,
each one watching while its being sleeps.



Saturday, October 26, 2013

On The Nature of Multi-Tined Forks

I have a friend who lives in Forksville. Not one fork every now and then, but a fork deluge! A tempest full of forks!
Eveywhere you turn, another Fork! Where is the road among all those forks? Fork here, fork there everywhere a fork, fork.
Wait! Why not take two forks at a time? . Who would know if one fork simply superimposed? Why make these tough decisions? Take Both Forks! It’s so simple really.

Calm sets in without a storm,
Action pushes out reflection,
Leading at last to satisfaction.
Of a sort.
Don’t you wonder now and then
Where all those might have beens have been
While you were waning melancholic
Waxing upon the hyperbolic?
There’s something in choosing anyway
In keeping morose vacillations at bay
There something in having a positive pull
Of seeing the glass as perpetually full.
Of sticking in optimism mode,
Of trudging along that happy road .

Why wait for another spin of the cards,
Another day of fond discards,
Another roll of the Ferris wheel, another wager, another deal,
Another grab for the golden ring, another prayer on another wing?

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Colorado Back Road

Saturday, September 21, 2013

On Thinking Back to Summer

Edgy and exhausted, broken,
held together like safety glass,
walking around covered with clothes,
inside shivering in the dull sun.
Heart careening from chakra to chakra
looking for a place to mend.
How is the sky still a happy blue,
with all those clouds scratching?
Dry green leaves scraping over each other,
pretending its still summer.
Grated afternoons garnishing that shrunken hot dog,
withered down to a shriveled string.
How did it look so plump under that awful sauerkraut?

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Colorado Late Summer Squiva Trained Picnic Model

Monday, September 2, 2013

Harvest

Shafts of light slice through the loosened boards
Scrabbling along the hay-washed floor
dimming down the dusty corners
still smelling of the dry harvests.

Horse a little restless in her stall.

Or is that rustle cut from a different day?
Green hayfields full of noisy birds,
mixed flocks foraging in sparking swirls,
hushing down in the green-yellow grasses.
Love pushing into the afternoons,
still evenings drenched with dreams.

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Southern Colorado near Crestone

Thursday, August 29, 2013

The High Mountains

Screaming down the highway in the soaking sun,
Clouds streaking, winds snapping,
Summer on the run.

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Trail Ridge Road, Colorado

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Afternoons are rainy here,
black paint drips into the wet grey skies.
Cold rains are coming;
summer flees with a tempered wave.

I'd like to read your mind, please,
since I  know your soul already.

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Estes Park, Late Summer 2013