Posts Tagged ‘Colorado’

The Spanish Piper at the Ghost Town

I had long admired the music of the Galician piper Carlos Núñez. I bought a couple of this CDs—one of the collaborations with The Chieftains plus Os Amores Libres. But to hear him live, that would be a big-city proposition. Maybe I would need to attend some festival in Europe. Not true. It took just […]

Beltania Festival Moves Closer to the Capitol

It was nice while it lasted, having a Pagan festival near enough that, if my schedule was too crowded, I could at least buy a day pass and hear the best concerts. Not any more. Beltania is pulling out of District 12* (where the coal miners once toiled) and moving closer to the Capitol — […]

How the Neighborhood Has Changed

Hardscrabble Creek is a real place, and every now and then, I like to post a photo or two from home. I found the first photo while researching something else, and I took the second one today. In both of these photos, Hardscrabble Creek runs behind the buildings farthest from the camera. About half a […]

Isis Gets Some Ink*

A fairly straight-forward article on one of the Denver area’s longer-lived occult bookstores, Isis Books, appeared in Sunday’s Denver Post. “Makeshift Egyptian temple” is not quite right, though. The building used to be a mortuary with columns out front (where the limos used to pull up) that lent themselves to an Egyptian-inspired paint scheme. The […]

When Trees Disappear

First, the background story. Back in 2011, I wrote about making an offering to Tlaloc, Southwestern god of the hydrological cycle (among other things), at a tiny mountain spring near my home. The spring is high on the side of a ridge, fed by that year’s snow and rain, which meant it often dries up […]

The Day of the Dead Post that was not Written

This would have been the perfect writing prompt for a Day of the Dead post: a big family memorial service for my uncle Jim, my mother’s younger brother, once well-known in the Denver legal scene. But I am not writing that post, full of ancestral stuff. He died in September, in Sun City, Arizona, where […]

Beavering Away at Home

Once in a while, I like to note that Hardscrabble Creek is a real place. The beaver pair had kits this year, and they also expanded their dams from two to five. A couple of years ago, they left because they had eaten all the available deciduous forage, mostly narrowleaf cottonwood and willows. Will the […]

A Phone Call for Owlivia

I have two volunteer gigs, and they both involve unexpected telephone calls. For the rural volunteer fire department, it will be a recorded voice saying something like, “We have a smoke report east of Highway 165 and north of Highway 78.” That is followed by a sudden switch into Nomex clothing, either the yellow shirt/green […]

Iron Mountain Ritual Site To Be Restored

When M. and I read this item in the Colorado Springs Gazette, our hearts soared. When we were newlyweds and bought our first house (a barely winterized 1920s cottage, 740 sq. ft.), it was just outside the lower left boundary of this photo of Iron Mountain in Manitou Springs, Colorado. Iron Mountain is just a […]

Letter from Hardscrabble Creek, 1845

From Alexander Barclay, trader, to his brother George in St. Louis, June 11, 1845: Our wants are few, and as we witness no instance of ostentation and luxury in our neighbors, we have nothing to create envy. Thus, we have only to repress occasional recollections of the superfluities of civilized life to be contented with […]