DATELINE: July 4th, 2018
The rooftop terrace of 856 Kalamath Street, Denver, CO
At 9pm, the sky lit up. As if on cue, across the city blooms of red and green and blue and white popped to life, bursting out of seed heads that sent up smoke trails across a dry-scumbled horizon line. From the big displays at Mile High Stadium and Coor’s Field, to the backyard Independence Day family cookouts, millions of dollars was literally going up in flames. Continue reading Fire In The Sky
Two days in America, when it is at it’s most America. Let freedom ring, or something.
A small detail of the decorations in our Kalamath St. Residence.
‘You can give peace a chance. I’ll cover you if that doesn’t work out.’
Texas plates, natch.
The next few were taken on a stroll down Santa Fe Avenue. Details of street art.
Detail of the art outside Chuey Fu, Denver’s leading Lanitx/Asian joint. Try the char sui burrito. Thank me later.
Celebratory fireworks at Civic Centre Park, Independence Eve, approximately 9:50 pm, at which point we had been in position for three hours and 20 minutes. Not entirely convinced the wait was worth it, although there was a great deal of kaboom packed into ten minutes.
Denver Botanical Gardens, earlier that day. Pixel art by Mike Whiting, which worked rather nicely in the space. The Gardens are lovely, by the way. Very heavily recommended.
4th of July parade, the Park Valley community, East 23rd St. It was hot. Damn hot. A lot of the floats were firing full-spec water ordnance delivery systems into the crowd. We were grateful. Worth checking out Cake and Crumbs Cafe on Kearney St.
Spotted these fine gentlemen at Union Station, who seemed to be enjoying their Fourth Of July in high style. Cheers to them, and to you all.
DATELINE: 2nd July 2018
Kalamath Avenue, Denver, CO
Down and safe. Continue reading American Excess
DATELINE : July 1st, 2018.
East of Godthab, Greenland, 33000ft above sea level
If God had meant us to fly, she would have come up with a better way to do it than this. Strapped into hurtling winged death-tubes, at altitudes, temperatures and speeds that would strip the frozen meat from our bones as efficiently as the contents of a KFC Bargain Bucket flung into a wind tunnel.
Continue reading Hurtling Winged Death-Tube