Let me tell you a little story. An odyssey, if you will. It's about my grandpa and I think you'll enjoy it.
Our week was framed in palms, paradise laying at their feet.
I know these paths well and as my boots crunch against rocky ledges and as I stand on the stone that overlooks eternity—it is here I am the smallest version of myself.
Around the back, in a hidden back alley behind these new establishments, is probably one of my new favorite hidden gems in Denver, CO. For blocks, the alley is just covered with huge, towering wall murals, all clashing together in their mismatched, geometric, rhythmic, colorful designs. And it's beautiful.
When I think of fall, I think of the color gold. Golden leaves that surely must have sparked the chaos of miners searching for gold in these hills, because how could nature shine so brilliantly without the help of precious metals? When I think of fall, I think of aspen trees and windy … Continue reading A Colorado Autumn