Grand Lake

Grand Lake

 

I’m sort of blown away by all the kind, thoughtful and interesting people I met on such a short trip. But this happens to me more and more on every trip. In part because I think I’m becoming an extrovert. Yikes. You know the type. You’re having a peaceful moment reading and some dude you don’t even know is suddenly asking you where you’re from, what your fav travel destinations are…yup, that’s me these days. That guy. The one who used to annoy me not too many years ago.

 

I had an awesome ride over Trail Ridge Road to Grand Lake. I quickly find my hostel and I walk up the stairs to the balcony of the hostel I’m and I see an older gentleman sitting in a chair soaking in the killer view of RMNP. He’s the picture of serenity. I make a mental note that I want to meet this guy at some point. I get checked in and turns out Dave is my roomie. Interesting guy. Retired professor who lives in Denver but spends most of his time traveling the world, staying in hostels. He’s every bit of eighty and has memory issues and he’s still out there living life.

 
But what strikes me the most about Dave is what he’s reading. I see a book, “You Can Heal Your Life” sitting on his nightstand. Eighty, and he’s still doing the work. Damn. Dude’s my hero now.

 
Actually I lied. What really strikes me the most about Dave is how he occupies a space like he was painted in there. Every time I see him outside our dorm room he’s taking in the view from the deck or resting on a bench in the woods or sitting on a cozy chair watching the sunset from the common room of the hostel. We photographers love this shit. So often I see a cool scene but it’s missing that human element. Or the human element is in the wrong place. Or is wearing plaid. Something.

 
Dave takes the bus or the train from Denver when he stays at Shadowcliff. And the staff drives to Granby to pick him up and to drop him off. And they stay with him until his train departs. Amtrak sucks at being on time, so sometimes they’re waiting awhile. Pretty certain no one is thinking about the $25 a night Dave spends for his hostel bed. Just people being kind. My guess is Dave is helped along on his travels by quite a few of these souls. I think there are a lot of these angels out there. Some of them even support the candidate I don’t. I forget that. That’s why I’m doing this photo project.

 

 

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Lots of beautiful hiking right from the hostel I stayed at in Grand Lake.

The trails around Grand Lake are pretty stellar. Couple great hikes right into RMNP from the hostel I stayed in. I was hoping a moose or something would wander into the frame but no such luck. Selfish bastards.

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Trump Protest

I photographed Trump supporters and anti-Trump protestors outside Trump’s rally in Denver yesterday. Out of all the bad behavior I witnessed on both sides yesterday, the dude this lady is pointing at wins the “Ignorance with a healthy dose of irony” award.  “That’s why we need a wall — to keep people like you out!” He shouted at this Native American woman. She thought he had shoved her and she was giving him an earful. Maybe he jostled her, which in the hostile atmosphere was interpreted as a shove but was just what tends to happen in a large group of people in a small space. But in the hostility that is the political environment today, every little bump, intentional or not, is interpreted as a punch in the face. Nothing that occurs from the other side is without sinister intent. The benefit of the doubt has run away, probably scared off by our insanity. But I digress. It’s not just undocumented folks from Mexico he wants on the other side of a wall from him. It’s anyone he finds objectionable. This isn’t about undocumented workers. This is about hate. That he wants a Native American on the other side of his Wall is just too rich. Maybe the saddest thing to me is that this guy is probably going to be waving his flag, lighting his fireworks and screaming about freedom tomorrow. And he has absolutely no idea what it actually means.

 

Trump supporter getting an earful.

Trump supporter getting an earful.

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Hydra, Greece

Hydra, Greece

 

We almost didn’t go to Hydra because the travel guides/sites always mentioned the ritzy vibe with jet setters on Hydra.  Other than a couple yachts docked in the harbor that probably cost more than the GDP of Greece, it was a very chill place.   Hydra ended up being perfect for me – friendly locals, awesome hiking and swimming, and no cars on the island.  Not really even any roads except in town.  I love that there are no motorized vehicles on the island. But lots of donkeys!  Your transportation choices are your feet or a donkey ride.  Seriously, donkeys are the only other mode of travel.  I loved Hydra, but with over 2000 Greek islands left to explore, I probably won’t be back anytime soon but highly recommend it if you love walking/hiking and a laid back vibe.

 

I know a lot of people are nervous about traveling in Europe right now because of recent terrorist attacks, but I feel as safe in Europe as I do in the States.   But petty theft is more common in a lot of the cities in Europe.  My wallet got lifted in the subway in Athens on the day we traveled back from Hydra. Lost some cash and had to call and canx a couple credit cards. No biggie in an otherwise wonderful trip. What I was most bummed about was losing with my wallet a copy of the Lord’s Prayer Meghan gave me years ago and also a quote I loved that I found in an art musuem on Vancouver Island on a trip with Amanda. Funny how the pain in the ass stuff can be a reminder to me of how lucky I am.   I guess the lesson in this for me is that I need to transition from the laid back island vibe to city mode once I step back into that part of the world.

 

Maybe it’s because I was coming from Paris, but I got a little tired of Greek food after a few weeks.

 

All images were created with the Leica Q.   My new fav camera.

 

My new best friend on Hydra.

My new best friend on Hydra.

Cool, laid back restaurant scene on Hydra. Just a small town ringing the harbor.

Cool, laid back restaurant scene on Hydra. Just a small town ringing the harbor.

All commerce moves on donkeys on Hydra.

The only other way around Hydra besides walking is on a donkey.

Hydra town. This is pretty much it on Hydra. There are a few other really small villages on the coast but Hydra town is the focus of the island.

Hydra town. This is pretty much it on Hydra. There are a few other really small villages on the coast but Hydra town is the focus of the island. I loved it there.

I loved the little villages on Hydra. And that path on the right side of the photo kids it was along the coast for miles.

I loved the little villages on Hydra. And that path on the right side of the photo meanders along the coast for miles.

I was drawn to the contrast of the fisherman in his small boat right next to the yacht. The contrast between a guy making a living like his family has for a thousand years literally bumping against tourism.

I was drawn to the contrast of the fisherman in his small boat right next to this huge yacht. The contrast between a guy making a living like his family has for a thousand years literally bumping up against a completely different world.

I think i found where I want to live in Greece : )

I think I found where I want to live in Greece : )

Hydra town is this cool maze of ancient walkways and homes. And donkey. Everywhere donkeys.

Hydra town is filled with this cool maze of ancient walkways. And donkeys. Everywhere donkeys.

Headed out on a hike this morning before sunrise to a monastery way above Hydra thinking I'd catch some killer light, which I did, but what made my day was encountering this fellow at the door of the monastery. He let me know I was free to wander around the grounds but the inside of the monastery was off limits. All the while I could hear monks chanting inside the small chapel off to side. My hike down was a mystical combination of the sounds of monks chanting and the gentle ringing of bells hanging from the necks of the goats wandering the mountain.

I headed out on a hike that morning before sunrise to a monastery way above Hydra town thinking I’d catch some killer light, which I did, but what made my day was encountering this fellow at the door of the monastery. He let me know I was free to wander around the grounds but the inside of the monastery was off limits. All the while I could hear monks chanting inside the small chapel off to side. My hike down was a mystical combination of the sounds of monks chanting and the gentle ringing of bells hanging from the necks of the goats wandering the mountain.

Surrounded by beauty everywhere, it's so often the smaller moments that captivate me.

Surrounded by beauty everywhere, it’s so often the smaller moments that captivate me.

Hydra roof dog.

Hydra roof dog.

Killer light on the morning of this hike above Hydra. Love the hiking here. So peaceful..just me and the monks out at sunrise.

Killer light on the morning of this hike above Hydra. Love the hiking here. So peaceful..just me and the monks out at sunrise.

Something about the ocean fills me with a deep sense of calm. I spend most of my time feeling restless but put me near an ocean and that need to be in motion fades away.

Something about the ocean fills me with a deep sense of calm. I spend most of my time feeling restless but put me near an ocean and that need to be in motion fades away.

After a few days a lazy routine of breakfast, swimming and reading by the ocean develops.

After a few days on Hydra a lazy routine of breakfast, swimming and reading by the ocean develops.

Sunset on Hydra.

Sunset on Hydra.

We spent a few days on Poros, too. It was fun. Good restaurants, beaches and some road biking. But I def loved Hydra more.

We spent a few days on Poros, too. It was fun. Good restaurants, beaches and some road biking. But I def loved Hydra more.

 

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Denver Pride 2016

Denver Pride 2016

 

I went to my first Pride this afternoon here in Denver. It was an incredible experience. My daughter’s wedding in January was the last time I’ve been surrounded by so much love and happiness. I went to show my love and support for the LGBT community in the wake of the tragedy in Orlando. But what I received was this huge gift of being with an incredibly loving community that was much more open and expressive and joyous than I usually see in our broader culture.    I’m looking forward to next year’s Pride.

 

So much joy.

So much joy.

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The love this couple felt for each other was palpable. It was a beautiful thing to see.

The love this couple felt for each other was palpable. It was a beautiful thing to see.

Awesome to be surrounded by joy.

Awesome to be surrounded by joy.

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I was struck by this woman's demeanor.

I was struck by this woman’s demeanor.

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I'm always up for a hug.

I’m always up for a hug.

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