More from Leadville. It is the only place I have found in Summit or Lake County that feels authentic and real. Not that new isn’t “real” -I suppose- or that there isn’t some truth in the fact that our wild places are sooner to be dotted with Starbucks and LL Bean’s than remnants of hard fought towns and family homes and ranches passed down through generations. I suppose I should better correct my observation to say that Leadville is the only place that resonated with someplace inside of me. Something inside of me felt real when I was there. Something feels real when I draw these places, think of these buildings and imagine for a moment what stories they might tell us if they could. As if these places stir memories from a time I can’t remember and streets I have yet to walk. Perhaps there is some revenant ancestor within me scratching at my architect’s heart and asking for a voice. Maybe that is the truth within all of us and the truth of the family of man, that we are fated to carry the memories and yearnings of all our ancestor’s individual and collective pasts in our hearts. We wander this life with much older hearts and certainly much older souls than we know….