Postcard from My Stomping Grounds
Such a hoot returning back to Green Mountain outside of Denver, Colorado where I ran for miles, year after year. Memory shapes place. Rain, snow, divorce, and hail.
Photography, no different than running, quilting, or gardening, is such a wonderful form of therapy.
Like the time my I ran with my bro after he took the MCATs, sprinting past me donning his running shoes, nothing else, proclaiming: āIām free!ā We laughed as the deer in the distant fled.
Good memories always remain.
Run free and create something new today!
And Denver, while I live in Minneapolis, my wedding photography will often bring me back to continue exploring the old and new.
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