The northeast corner of Tejon Street and Pikes Peak Avenue has always been the heart of downtown Colorado Springs. It used to be the perfect corner for drugstores, which in one form or another have occupied the space for over a century (the header picture shows the corner circa 1882-86). Although the culture has changed since the city’s founding, and the population demographic of downtown ebbs and flows, people have
I took this photograph at Chapman Dam State Park in the Allegheny Forest. When looking for subject matter to photograph, I am drawn to the small things that many times go unnoticed. This area of the spillway isn’t very eye catching at first glance, but beauty can be found in the most unlikely of places. The broken concrete is interspersed with rouge wildflowers and the remains of many a meal
This continues a series of columns that feature a much-loved poem and a poems that speak to, or resonate with, that poem. This week’s poem is “Oatmeal,” written by Galway Kinnell in the late 1980s. The two poems that resonate with Galway’s are “Dinky” by Theodore Roethke and “Jabberwocky” by Lewis Carroll. Kinnell was Poet Laureate of Vermont from 1989 to 1993 and a Nobel prizewinner. A follower of Walt
Steve Weber hadn’t stayed in touch with anyone from the little farm town he left as a teenager. The place was a static reminder of high school glory or failure, early marriage, too many children, divorce, dead-end jobs, and not much else. The same old story. Once he was gone, there was no looking back. Then, thirty-eight years later, he was surfing Facebook and decided to visit some of his
I was lying on my bed, lost on the island world of Swiss Family Robinson, when I heard the crash. I jumped up and ran into the combination laundry room / bathroom of our new house and was overcome immediately by the bleach vapors. Broken shards of brown glass from the Clorox bottle were everywhere. I turned to get my mother up from her nap, but she was already behind
Celia was having a fit. Again. I should have been used to it by now, but it still bugged me. When we were kids, it always got her the extra kisses and hugs, the extra cookies and candy, and the concerned attention. Now that we were adults, it was all the more annoying. Instead of extra kisses, hugs, candy, and cookies, Celia’s fits were gawked at. Sure, they got attention,
