robertas:

foxadhd:

Pot-infused Pizza Sauce Comes To Marijuana Dispensaries

High five!
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julesville:


Collectibles Etc. 
Buena Vista, Colorado

julesville:

Collectibles Etc. 

Buena Vista, Colorado

6 days ago on September 23rd, 2014 at 5:10 pm | Permalink | Reblog from

archiemcphee:

Denver, CO-based artists Deepti Nair and Harikrishnan Panicker, collectively known as Hari & Deepti (previously featured here), have created a brand new series of their fantastically-themed and exquisitely detailed paper light box sculptures. Entitled “Oh, The Places You Will Go!”, these pieces are currently being shown as part of an exhibition at the Black Book Gallery in Denver.

"The artist couple were inspired by recent travels through Moab, Utah and Yellowstone, Wyoming, and transformed elements of their adventures into delicately hand-cut paper sculptures infused with mythology and science fiction. Each piece is lit from behind or below with LED strips and the boxes are exhibited in dark rooms to enhance the effect."

Hari & Deepti will also be showing work this December at Art Basel Miami 2014 for the Scope International Contemporary Art Show.

To check out more of Hari & Deepti’s wonderful creations visit the Black Book Gallery website and keep up with their latest work on Instagram

[via Colossal]

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mikeph:

Crested Butte, 1981

mikeph:

Crested Butte, 1981

3 months ago on June 23rd, 2014 at 12:11 am | Permalink | Reblog from
mikeph:

Tim Rysdale, Crested Butte 1981

mikeph:

Tim Rysdale, Crested Butte 1981

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The hordes hit Denver three days before I was scheduled for liftoff. I was there. Home with my family, eating chocolate chip waffles. The first wave struck late that morning. Wild pigs with mammoth tusks and armor plating. The ground shook. The South Platte sewage flowed backward. Then the rest of the Megafauns streamed out of the mountains, as if they’d been hiding there for centuries, breeding, tripling in size. So thirsty and fast. The winged kind broke into the top floor of the CenturyLink Tower. Fifty-point elks and shaggy aardvarks nested in INVESCO Field. Horned bears with snouts shaped like ice cream scoops covered the suburbs in blood and fur. They came for my family—wife, daughter, younger daughter, youngest daughter, our fox terrier Ralph, me—but we hid in the basement. I thought we’d be fine with a barricaded door. Before dark, I went upstairs for food with Ralph on my heels. Only, he bolted through the doggy door. I found myself chasing him down the street, imagining my daughters’ streaming faces if I had to tell them I lost Ralphie. A block down, heavy grunts sounded from someone’s garage. I had to run home empty-handed. But when I came back down into the basement, arms full of consolation Fruit Roll-ups and Zebra Cakes and no dog, all I came back to was this big hole. Taken, and not even with a loud crashing I could replay in my head. Just nothing nowhere forever.

upperrubberboot:

— Alexander Lumans, from Apocalypse Now: Poems and Prose from the End of Days, which also contains stories by Margaret Atwood, Paolo Bacigalupi, Joyce Carol Oates and 33 others. Get the paperback at Amazon. (Or get the ebook: Kindle | B&N | Kobo.)

3 months ago on June 2nd, 2014 at 8:05 pm | Permalink | Reblog from

railpass:

Denver, Day One

Solo exploring in a foreign city can be difficult. You have equal chances of turning right onto a side street to find a vacant parking lot as you do, say, the house of the first female, black doctor in Colorado that has been converted into a museum celebrating the forgotten history of African American pioneers, homesteaders, and cowboys.

So, you know, that’s rad.

But that idea of chance is so very enticing, y’all. Denver is not by any means a big city. It was just my launching point for the rest of the weekend’s far more dirty and dusty activities. So that in one day of scooting my bike around I could find so much activity, interest, and culture is very impressive.

More to come from this crazy little place.

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alexainslie:

Woody Creek Cabin, Colorado

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