Now and Again 009: Mile high movement

A Monday morning walk through Denver

I arrived in Denver on Sunday morning with the grime of a night spent at 70mph, crammed in a Budget truck – which had no middle seat – with two cousins. I do not usually jam-pack myself into a box with Mason and Jake, but there I was. As the youngest here, my insecurity was soon to be exacerbated by the fact that Jake wouldn’t let me drive, which is a funny thing to feel when you’re a 31 year old that has never had a problem driving vehicles. “I didn’t know if you’d feel comfortable driving the truck once we got into the city,” he said. Whatever, man.

The day of our arrival was a fun and sleepy blur. There’s a comfort level I wasn’t totally sure that existed between us all, but when it comes down to it, we are family and we are basically the same: earnest, sensitive and funny.

The next day I had some time to myself, so I took a walk to find a coffee shop that would suffice for my snobbiness and then walked downtown to the Denver Art Museum to see Trent Davis Bailey’s ‘Personal Geographies’ show, which was great. Along the way I snapped some photos.