The mailboxes were the first thing I noticed.
One that looked like a rooster. One that was decorated with mosaic tiles. One that was shaped like a shark.
I started meeting neighborhood cats.
I came across tree stumps with animals carved into them. And fairy gardens next to tree trunks.
I stumbled onto a display of irons stacked in a pyramid, with antlers at the top.
I saw more pink flamingos than I had ever realized adorned Boulder yards.
I borrowed books from some of the many Little Free Libraries. (Did you know that LFL No. 2 is right here in Boulder?)
I saw patterns, and funny juxtapositions, and symmetry, and beauty.
And I started photographing all of it, and gradually I ended up with a collection of photos that reveal the interestingness of a place that has been close to my heart for close to three decades.
I hope my photos evoke a strong sense of place—going beyond beautiful images of the Flatirons and making viewers feel like they know Boulder just a little bit better than they did before.