Mom and I just got back from a trip to Nova Scotia where we had exactly one day of sun. Did that put a damper (zing!) on the Kahler mood? Please.
I was just in Denver visiting the lovely and talented Garrett Hacking, and the first thing he wanted to do was check out The Buckhorn Exchange, a bar and steakhouse that opened in Denver in 1893. It’s not only the oldest restaurant in Colorado, it got the very first liquor license there about 25 years later. (The restaurant has since been designated a National Historical Landmark.)
We were talking about fear in the column a few weeks ago, and now I’m thinking about safety. Mostly because I’m on the road, and though it’s not like I’m trying to cross the border with a kilo of heroin, there are risks involved when you travel alone. Not least of which is an obvious lack of interest in good grooming. But maybe that’s just me.
Maybe it’s just me, but this winter seemed to last a year, and spring can’t get here fast enough. Now that we only have a week until it officially arrives, I’m thinking about what we can do with the longer, warmer days. (Get your mind out of the gutter. I’m talking about creativity.)
If you’ve been making art for any time at all, you’ve known fear. You’re cruising along, producing solid work, feeling pretty good about yourself and your life as an artist, and whammo – fear jumps out of a dark alley and knocks that satisfied smile right off your face.
It used to be that an artist toiled in solitude, sometimes for years, then finally emerged with a finished piece of work, which she then published, showed at a gallery, or shared on stage. It was a cycle of seclusion followed by public unveiling, repeated over and over.
And Salida, Colorado, and Cody, Wyoming, and wherever else the road takes us. This trip is all river festivals and rodeos and big skies and hopefully at least one bear sighting. From a distance. (However, god or somebody help me, this trip will not feature the just-referenced Bette Midler song that’s now lodged in my brain like an Amazonian parasite. Good job, Kahler.)