Well, you can’t say you weren’t warned.
Blogger is not particularly photo-formatting-friendly, so I’m-a just fittin’ in the captions the best I know how. I expect to move this blog to a more genial host in the next few weeks..
This is the stage at the stunning Red Rocks amphitheatre, where apparently everyone, except me, has either seen a show or performed.
On Denver’s 16th Street Mall, which was deserted and un-mall-like on Sunday, anyone can sit and knock out a tune on the piano. Unless, of course, you can’t play a lick. Like me.
I have no idea what constructive comment I could possibly make about this photo, also from the Mall. Except that if this poor, blue, mortified bull came to life, I hope he’d get in a couple good shots at the sadist who painted him.
Bonus point: The Museum is in Golden, Colorado.
