October 2008

Barack Obama (actually a manequin left over from a Mudd Butts play) made an appearence in Telluride's Halloween parade on Friday. Reaction was favorable. ...

October 31 to November 7, 2008

Visible Planets: Morning: Mercury, Saturn
Evening: Venus and Jupiter

Outside, raking leaves, I am stunned by the magnificence of the day. Deep blue, cerulean skies, warm-hot sun and air so fresh, it sparkles. But then, it’s the legendary season of Indian Summer in Colorado, when natural law defies gravity and we float, weightless, upon a magic carpet of glimmering gold and shimmering silver. We are suspended in time, dancing with the seductive devas of summer heat and yet expecting the snowy face of Old Man Winter to pop in at any moment. Everywhere I look, I see beauty. Fields are gleaming and blonde, mountain peaks are dusted with white and brilliant broadleaf cottonwoods flutter orange and crimson in the canyons. Halloween marks the end of harvest and hearkens the months of darkness. Fires are kindled and spirits cross in the night. Witches fly and ghouls gather as pumpkins glow and ghosts rise from the grave. Throughout the American southwest and the Americas, Dia de los Muertos – Day of the Dead – celebrates the mysterious cycle of life and death with candy skulls, colorful parades and cemetery parties. May we each find the magic, mystery and magnificence of this metaphysical season and shape-shift our reality to one of love, peace and joy. Happy Halloween!


Tim McGough took some time out of a crowded schedule to talk to me last week. Tim is the new program director at Telluride Adaptive Sports Program, and is very busy getting up to speed in this new position. There is training to schedule for the instructors and volunteers, returning and new, for the upcoming season. In addition, school groups, who represent a large part of TASP's client base have to have their time blocked out, and requests for lessons are beginning to come in from our out-of-town guests.

So I was glad that Tim was able to spend some time with me. In the interest of full disclosure, this will be my 10th season as an instructor for TASP. So the conversation was much more about how to make the most out our mutual relationship than an interview. I'll do that later in the season, but I did want to introduce Tim to our readers. Following is the bio I received from TASP.

Autumn, Rudy's Trail

“Where will you spend the night?” Rico was concerned because I was getting a late start. It had snowed the night before in Aspen, and because I was traveling on a motorcycle I had delayed my departure for the Canyonlands until the roads cleared a little. “Oh, I guess I’ll stop in Telluride.” Someone had talked about the Telluride Bluegrass Festival at a musical get-together in the garden of Le Select in St. Barths the previous winter, and I had read an article about the skiing in Telluride some time before in Outside Magazine. Now it was after noon on a late October day, and I was on my way to camp outside Moab, Utah. Rico said, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Then, a meaningful pause, followed by, “You’ll never leave.”

To Fall Deeper in Love with the World     Sit with lichen longer than comfort allows.   The urge to move must rise and pass, rise and pass,...

by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Come Closer

Eager to play, spring bumbles in
like a dizzy bee
dazed by yellow exuberance
wondering which tree, which stem,
which blade of new grass to next visit.
Whirrrrr-whoosh hustles in the first hummingbird,
whip-stridently flirting with petal-some red,
sweet hussy of fling,
flippant rush of a thing,
yes! then tides of wings gather
to jostle for nectar,
warm air wears their buzz like a hymn.
And what could be better than today to remember
that we, too, are found in the rush,
this daily detour toward sweetness and thrill,
this unpredictable swerve of a path on which
evening enters on gray glimmer of wing so bright
                        that even the shadows are listening.

By Cynthia Hansen Zehm
October 23 to 30, 2008

Visible Planets: Morning: Mercury and Saturn
Evening: Mars and Jupiter
As October draws to a close, we walk on fallen leaves and watch them swirl as winds whip and the air grows colder. Some gather firewood for winter, kindle fires and indulge in the cozy warmth of flickering flames and crackling logs. For others, heaters are turned on and pilots ignited. For some, passive solar applications help warm houses and reduce heating costs. It feels good to partner up with our good, old Father Sun, who, by the way, joins up with Grandmother Moon @ 05°54′ Scorpio on Oct. 28th at 5:14 p.m. MDT to initiate a new lunar cycle and month. It’s time for mystery and magic. Have fun and watch out for witches!

Meredith Nemirov has always painted her mind, and she is known for saying a mouthful in a few strokes – or words.

“To stand and face a whole landscape, to paint ‘en plein air’ and make a painting capturing the scene on a two-dimensional surface in a relatively short period of time is rigorous, but that’s what we artists are driven to do day after day: we interpret our world to find our place in it.”


For the last four years, Meredith has participated in the Sheridan Arts Foundation’s vetted “Plein Air” exhibition, an event that happens annually over the Fourth of July weekend. In 2007, she was chosen as one of the Top Ten Artists. Last summer, she was the winner of the “quick draw.”

Valerie Madonia

The notion of dance in Telluride was not new before Valerie Madonia arrived on the scene.

In the 1970s, Jeri McAndrews, a New York transplant and modern dancer, settled in town and taught modern, jazz, and ballet in what is now the Elementary School cafeteria.

In 1978, McAndrews also founded the first (and only) Telluride Dance Festival.

In the 1980s, Shirley Fortenberry and Leslie Crane taught ballet to young and older. It was “Miss Shirley” who put “The Nutcracker” back in our town’s Christmas.