Poets Row

Eleven days ago or so, I proclaimed that I would soon purposefully reroute myself during one of my many roamings in order to walk up Sherman St. The purpose of this was to revisit Poets Row and the Arkhamesque-looking apartment building.  True to my word, I actually did, not too long after I said I…

Staring Down, Missing Up

I shuffled along the sidewalk yesterday, early on a bitter-cold winter morning, eagerly seeking the sanctuary of dry stretches of sidewalk.  On the dry stretches, I lifted my head and stared around and breathed in the crisp air (which resulted in a frozen nose), but more often I found myself tiptoeing along through those slick…

Walking in a Winter Wasteland

I am, at present, barricaded in my office.  Outside my window is a world of freeze and white moosh, the skies a bleak grey-white speared through with spindly tree branches.  It is cold out, and the snow is still coming down.  It astonished me to see that the Denver Winter Storm was not only a local…

Still Meandering

Wow, it is a very eye-droopin’, hazy-faced, sleepy sort of afternoon.  It is a bad sign, when I bust out the coffee cup at 3:00 p.m.  I try not to do that too often, makes it hard to unwind in the evenings.  However, I have two more hours of work to survive…and I have a…

A Lunchtime Walk

I seem to have a propensity for walking around and taking photos of things. Last November, I fell fairly valiantly, one could say with a mighty thud, off of my workout wagon.  My back had gone out, and I was incapable of doing much.  Then I got sick.  And then my back went out again. …

An Evening Walk

My husband and I only have one car between the two of us.  Since he works about 30 minutes away from home, and I, meanwhile, work a mere four blocks from our apartment, he wins driving rights, and I walk everywhere.  I’ve been Walking Everywhere for several years now, and I love it because I…