There are several attractions here in town for tourists, and as I am a resident, I try to avoid them. But a group I belong to wanted to go to this one, so I decided to give it a go and see if it was worth seeing.
And it has been a tourist attraction for a very long time. The donkeys are no longer available, so we parked over by a fancy hotel and took a shuttle bus. Then we took a tram uphill to the attraction, and then there we were at last.
So this is what we were there to look at. Those tiny ants are people walking up the 285 steps to the top. After walking up all these steps, one can go hiking (in case one is not tired yet), or spend $149 to ride a zip line down. Or if one is old, like myself, one can ride an elevator to this overlook spot and take a photo.
There were scads of tourists roaming about the place, even though it was a rainy, gray day. This tourist was taking selfies with the waterfall as backdrop.
It was a good idea to take the photos before the rain, because afterwards it was a waterfall of mud. Not nearly as scenic as the before.
Where there are tourists, there is an opportunity to take their money. This rather mangy looking stuffed mountain lion is at the entrance to the restaurant, run by the fancy hotel. The lovely thing about the park is that dogs are allowed (and I don’t think that they have to pay the admission fee) and so there were lots of pups there enjoying the place. I vaguely remember visiting over 30 years ago, I think I shall wait another 30 years before I go back. 😉
It had come time to do my civic duty, and report to the courthouse to potentially serve on a jury. Fortunately in Colorado it’s one day or one trial, so you don’t have to show up all week like in some places.
So this is the new and improved courthouse, the vintage courthouse can be seen in the reflection. The table out front had volunteers who were ready to pray with you, in case you had doubts about the efficacy of your attorney. 😉
I was reminded of something Liam said after he spent time drawing another courthouse “The rich get justice, the poor get the law”.
After filling out paperwork designed to elicit our views without actually asking (what does “where were you born or what radio station do you listen to” have any bearing on being a juror?) we were marched off in line to the courtroom. Perhaps on seeing our motley crew, the attorneys decided that they had better settle the case and not depend on us for a verdict (I was already in favor of hanging). 😉
So we were free to go having discharged our duty for the year. There is such a lovely view from the courthouse that I decided to take a few snaps. (No cameras are allowed in the courtroom).
The view to the north.
The southern mountain. And notice the empty street.
And because I was already downtown, and had a place to park in the juror’s lot, I walked over to where they were having a major bicycle race. The streets were blocked off, and these courageous cyclists were racing through our potholed and pitted roads. We cheered for them as they whizzed past, then I was off in search of a way out of the blocked streets.
For many years I have been an exhibitor in Fine Arts at the State Fair. In fact their acceptance of a piece that was rejected at a quilt show was how I decided to continue making art. Over the years I have had a lot of good hang spaces and have even sold a couple of pieces (also have won ribbons and prize money too). The show has a lot of entries and a huge rejection rate, so it is a good thing to even get accepted. I had an idea for this piece, but after going to Santa Fe and house sitting a bunch of geriatric dogs and a naughty cat (she bit me quite deeply on the hand) I did not have a lot of time to work on my entry.
So this is where I started, with a drawing of a lion. I usually spend a great deal of time dithering about fabrics, etc. but I really didn’t have time to do this, so I just banged it out. I will admit that I bought some of the fabric in Santa Fe. Some of it worked and some did not make it into the final piece.
It doesn’t look much like the vision in my head, and it would have been better with more fabrics, but it was more or less together, and I found a piece of background fabric that I thought worked with the face.
I crammed it in my domestic sewing machine (not the giant industrial) to quilt it. As I did this I was glad it was not a more complicated design.
I finished sewing the last bit at 10 pm the night before it was due. And later I realized that I forgot to put the whiskers on it, but
it was accepted into the show! So I was pleased, and can’t wait to see it hanging in place.
Yesterday was First Friday Art Crawl, so in spite of the rain and traffic, off I went in search of Art, free wine and nibbles.
First up was the fanciest gallery in town. I have been near it before, I knew it was there, but I had never actually walked in through the door. As it was gloomy and raining I was the only one there, so I had a chat with the young woman who works there about selling art (she had just sold a painting and was looking for another one to display). Their prices were mostly in the 2K range for a small work, and 5-6K for a large painting. In the sister gallery on the other side of the hotel, some Texans were trying to decide between the picture of the Longhorn or the buffalo, so another sale racked up for the gallery.
They also sold lawn ornaments. But I saw nothing that said “buy me” to me, so I was off to the next stop, hip galleries in the alley downtown.
What could be hipper than a wailing saxophone? (at the hotel I heard distant bagpipes, definitely un-hip). There is a secret sort of hipster bar hidden across the alley, I knew I was not among my people. 😉
This gallery was next door. This artist’s work was much more interesting that the stuff I had seen earlier, and was much more affordable at about 1.2K for a large skillfully painted portrait.
I did not get a picture of the artists who were flogging their work at the comic book store. But their pictures of aliens and outer space were quite reasonably priced at $30, and I am somewhat sorry that I did not buy one. It was an interesting evening of art appreciation, perhaps next time I will find something I can’t live without (but no more books, really).