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I'm getting ready to head back across the country, and I've got a serious case of Rocky Mountain nostalgia. I was looking back over some pictures from my time in CO in the spring and found this one from just a few steps away from Buffalo Bill's grave. I have a feeling that the Rockies will pull at my heart wherever I go. Thats wonderful, but ouch, enough already.
I shot what was probably my favorite assignment for the Herald the other day: a youth basketball camp. Its hard not to feel joy when you're in a gym packed with thirty or so children innocently absorbing the fundamentals of basketball. Without an expectation or frustration in the world, they approach each drill bighearted and good humored. I left with the realization, or perhaps re-realization, that, yeah, 'it's just a game,' but games are amongst the best things we have. Games are neat little contained worlds, with finite and distinguishable rules, in which we get to pour our raw and unheralded resources into; and out of this magic formula, so many facets of the human character come out to play and interact. Such purity of effort without much thought or expectation of the outcome is, I think, I delightful way of being.