For now, I was able to put up more images at Banded Oak Brewing, in downtown Denver. Banded Oak is one of Denver’s finest micro-breweries. They have earned Gold at the Great American Beer Festival and they are most known for their barrel-age technique. They have renovated the brewing area to accommodate for more seating, and the ample wall space offers great natural light for viewing the different pieces of art. The tap-house is open 7-days a week, and is located at: 470 North Broadway, Denver CO

For now, I was able to put up more images at Banded Oak Brewing, in downtown Denver. Banded Oak is one of Denver’s finest micro-breweries. They have earned Gold at the Great American Beer Festival and they are most known for their barrel-age technique. They have renovated the brewing area to accommodate for more seating, and the ample wall space offers great natural light for viewing the different pieces of art. The tap-house is open 7-days a week, and is located at: 470 North Broadway, Denver CO

Follow the Banded Oak Web-Gallery link to view the work that is on display!

These millennial creatures, the truest time travelers we will ever experience, were willing to be framed in the fading light, as the golden hues changed and softened to a beautiful blue.

I read a quote attributed to the actor Tom Harding recently, and even though I don’t think I remember quite perfectly it went something like this, “Sitting in your living room, eating your favorite snack, worrying less about what others are up to, is a pretty big deal.”

What is the quote saying, I’m not 100% certain there is a single interpretation. For me, it is about being content, about staying grounded, about not judging oneself compared to others. Ironically enough I was doing just that when I came across the quote, sitting in my living room, eating a snack, taking a break from reading a book and thinking everything was pretty good.

“we’re all just vessels for the words to fill.” Empty Vessels - Nick Urata, Devotchka

Nature can usually erase the scars of most man-made calamities, much like a river is renewed each spring. So what analogy do we draw from this small piece of history, other than time allows us to heal and look whole? Or maybe that ever changing currents bring both sorrow and joy? Or maybe the worst of our pain is our own to bear, that a calamity, though distant and so quiet to others, can stop us in our tracks and leave wrenching scars that take close examination to see and will always change to course of events for those involved.