As everyone gears up for the grand show in the park tomorrow, it seems a good time to reflect on the fantastic that happens everyday, quietly and with little fanfare, within our neighborhood treasure.

Seth has lived in Powderhorn all his life. He spends more time in the park then anyone I know--writing,reading, observing and contemplating life. Last week he lost his mother and the conversation turned to our own mortality. He immediately knew the place, actually three spots, for his own remains.

unknown caterpillars find a curious audience

My favorite tree in the midst of a late winter storm

Chris, the head groundskeeper at Powderhorn Park, works on the ice in the golden light at sunrise.