Breakfast with Tiffany!

Meet Tiffany!

This little moth dropped off my tablet this morning, when I pulled it out of my bag. As you can see from the photos, the poor thing suffered some horrific damage to its wings, and couldnt fly. There’s also something going on at the right “shoulder”, which looks pretty substantial. I felt bad for the little thing, but what can you do?

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Doing some research, I discovered that it’s a White Satin Moth (Leucoma salicis), which is not native to this continent, but was introduced in the 1920s, from Europe.

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Eventually, I took it outdoors and set it on the ground, letting nature take its course. Because there are crumbs on the ground and tables, birds frequent the area. I dont imagine the creature lasted very long, but that’s how nature works.

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Chugwater!

You already know that I’m curious. So, you wont be surprised to know that it was curiosity that first took me to Chugwater, Wyoming.

Following up on an invitation to visit some friends in Sheridan, I got hungry and started looking for a place to eat. As luck would have it, the next sign I saw read, Chugwater. Naturally, a name like that was cheese on a trap for me. I turned up the road and found myself in the smallest, most desolate place I’d ever been.

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It wasnt completely deserted. There were a few local businesses still open, including the Chugwater Chili facility, and the Chugwater Soda Fountain (Beer – Liquor – Gifts). I decided to drop into the latter and see what I might find for lunch.

Inside, the Chugwater Soda Fountain is much as you might expect. You enter into an open room, with a few small tables. To the right is a long wooden bar, with several tall stools. Behind the bar is a very large wall mirror. At its base sits a selection of mixers, just like you’ve seen in a thousand old movies. That day, I did not get a soda. Instead, I opted for a BLT and iced tea.

In the time since that visit, Chugwater hasnt changed, as far as I can tell.

My most recent trip had me staying longer. I went up purposely, to enjoy the annual Chugwater Chili Cook Off. I’d seen it online, promising lots of food, live music, and vendors of all kinds. It sounded like the kind of thing that readers might enjoy.

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The park was full when I arrived, early in the afternoon. People were making the rounds to see the vendors’ wares. Kids ran everywhere, and there was, indeed, plenty of food. Since it was a Chili Cook Off, I decided to have a chili dog from Hot Dogs, Etc.* Great choice!

The Cook Off is the biggest event on Chugwater’s calendar. It draws hundreds of people from surrounding towns, for a chance to meet up with neighbors and friends. The lone city park fills up with vendors, musicians, visitors and townsfolk, ready for a good time. Vendors’ tents brim with baubles of all sorts, from locally made jewelry to handmade bags, scarves, and even Yard Yahtzee. (Sorry. No photo.)

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This year, music was provided by a tight little southern rock band, named Southern Fryed. They served it up hot and sweet, which was the perfect vibe for a summer afternoon, in the shade.

In all, it was a very good day. Stay tuned for more about the area around Chugwater, and for interviews with some of the people I met there. You know my motto: Everyone is a story, developing day by day. Here are Dick and Tina Willis. More about them to come.

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ASLD Art Market

The Art Students League of Denver is an independent art school, serving the Colorado community since the 1980s. Every year, it hosts an art market that covers several blocks. It not only includes art, produced by local artists, there’s music and food, as well. It’s a street festival, to celebrate creativity.

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As I sit here, now, I realize that I didnt approach this “assignment” as I should have. I got all wrapped up in people watching, and conversing with my artist friends, and I completely forgot to think about you, and what you might be interested in.

The League resides in an old, sandstone schoolhouse, designed by Henry Dozier, and has for many years. Classes are taught by well known artists, like Kim English, Doug Dawson, and Molly Davis. I could have done a few shots of the building, at the very least.

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Across the street from the League, as a community garden, which is indicative of the Denver vibe. People like to work together here.

Honestly, I was too passive about things. There was ample opportunity to shoot some of this wonderful art. I talked with Ed Sirokman, Michael Untiedt, Pixie Glore, both Tracy Wall and Tracy Haines, and others. Some artists were busy with clients, or away from their booths, but truthfully, I just didnt ask.

I did pick up a nice little mug, which I immediately knew was my new Wine Mug. The artist is Karen Lecocq Bailey. She had lots of nice work available. Karen works out of Dillon, Colorado. If you’d like to contact her about her work, you can email her at kgirlbailey@yaoo.com

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So, consider it a learning experience. I’ll know better next time. In the meanwhile, here are some photos that I did. They dont tell much of a story, but they’re here, nonetheless.

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When the Rainbow Came Down

When I was a young boy, I had a very close friend, and we used to spend nights at each other’s houses. We’d play and romp, as boys always do, laughing and talking, despite the parents threats and orders to “settle down”.

One Friday night, I had stayed at his house, and he woke up before me. Shaking me, and quietly calling my name, he said, “Come see this!” I stretched, still groggy from some interrupted dream, and stumbled across the room, where he was lying on the bed looking out the window.

At first, I didnt know what he was looking at, then I began to see. A blanket of dew had been laid across the lawn, and the sun was shining at just the right angle to turn all of those tiny dew drops into bright, prismatic diamonds. We pointed out different colors to one another – “Look at that blue one!” “Oh! That one’s so orange!” – until his mom called from the kitchen that breakfast was on the table.

In all my traveling around, I’ve never again seen a lawn, so bedazzled as that.

So, what’s your story? Was there a day that you saw something so beautiful that it remains in your mind, still glorious?