crossing kansas out of colorado
Eastbound out of Winter Park, through Denver, across Colorado and Kansas. After one trip down to the village for breakfast, the path began winding down through Berthoud Pass. The weekend had come, a festival was planned, and traffic headed into the little mountain town with increasing frequency. Our plans coincided perfectly with everyone else. A return to the harried civilization at the foot of the front range seemed not quite so pressing. One last chance to enjoy peaceful solitude along the banks of a clear running stream stood more important as the trail turned east towards the chaos of the Interstate. Denver offered the much anticipated increasing array of chaos until finally arriving in the northern suburbs. A brief visit with comrades from that town found a continuation of a unique style of painting. The recent move to the mountains seemed to have changer the scale of the work though. Some pieces were as much 2 meters long. Beyond the hust...