Parting Shot "Postcards" From Cedar's Edge and Grand Mesa

There is an olden town within the town of Cedaredge, one that wasn't there when we last passed through. A new old town. Residents and council went to great expense and effort to reconstruct a typical vintage western village, complete with saloon, bank, mercantile, school, cabins, boarded sidewalks... you name it. Sand Creek ia not a facade; the interiors are period works of art and antiques. It made me want to shoot a western movie, but there was no one around for "extras."


So I'll close this year's fall album of Cedaredge and Grand Mesa with some final parting shots for your visual entertainment, and save my verbose balladry for the next postcard time and place. 

Before I go, though, I must take exception with my left-brained fellow blogger's claim that "scenery" is "silly," that it's just "an excuse to go somewhere." Scenery is so much more than that to me... in fact, I would put it up there as one of my top ten reasons for living. That might ring shallow to some, but I can't remember a time when I didn't feel that way... from Death Valley, to the giant Redwoods, to the ragged coastline of Oregon, to the highest of alpine peaks... I am drawn to places that enthrall, engross... transfix. 

Scenery has an important place and purpose in my life, every bit as much as the symphony does for my friend. I have difficulty separating the subject, scenery, from the art it inspires, be it photography, painting, theatrical productions, or any creative endeavor. In fact, "scenery" is music to my ears... a painting for sore eyes, a most dramatic production. If scenery doesn't rock your soul, raise a few goosebumps, lift your spirits, inspire.... what the heck does? What is the purpose of taking up a boondocking RV life without the variety and contrast of scenery? Why have windows? 

Sorry, pal, I had to defend the honor of my Fair Maiden. Art  imitates Life, and, vice versa. It's a circle.  

Wooden grain silos

Main Street Sand Creek

I wonder if the beer is cold?

One of the shops in The Apple Shed

Returning home to The Crevice...