The Hastings Cutoff is not a familiar landmark, and it is a road few had traveled by the summer of 1846. Looking at a modern picture of where the Cutoff diverges from the main California Trail makes me think about Robert Frost’s poem “The Road Not Taken,” which speaks of the author’s finding a fork in his path and wanting to see what both paths might lead to, but choosing
When I close my eyes, I see apples. When I step out my back door, I smell apples. When I look out my front door and windows, I see apples clinging to the trees and lying on the ground. For several weeks as I lie in bed at night I hear them falling, landing with a hollow thud. We recently moved to five acres in Penrose. The half-acre, wedge-shaped orchard
“Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present; the words which express what they understand not; the trumpets which sing to battle, and feel not what they inspire; the influence which is moved not, but moves. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.” from A Defence of Poetry by Percy Bysshe Shelley Poetry’s protean form encompasses many
This series, “Pioneer Profiles,” explores some of the interesting characters that define Colorado history. *** How is it that many Colorado Springs natives have never heard of Irving Howbert? He did so much for the city of Colorado Springs and the County of El Paso that it is astonishing how little-known he is. Why don’t people still talk about him? Perhaps it’s mustache envy. Look at that thing! It’s glorious.
(Kayla Nieman is a Pikes Peak Community College student planning on studying radiology or photography next year, while still competing in weekend rodeos and furthering her riding.) Many people go to rodeos and tell me how easy barrel racing looks, but they would think differently if they were on the back of such a powerful animal. It takes countless hours of time and training for the 1200-pound horse and rider
Traffic rushes past you and pedestrians scramble on foot in the loud and incredibly dense Tokyo city streets. Japan has a culture and language you know little about, but after all, you came here to learn. First things first, though. You’re so hungry, you could eat a zebra. You walk into the nearest building that looks like a restaurant. You’ve decided you’ll take anything they have. As you wander in,
