It started like most of these days do—with no particular plan. I hopped on my scooter with my camera and a vague sense of direction, hoping the city would reveal something worth slowing down for.
I took a different path this time, letting instinct lead. A few blocks in, I found myself stopping to admire the layers of Denver’s modern skyline, stitched together with old iron bridges and tangled trees just starting to leaf out. It was the kind of scene that doesn’t ask for your attention but rewards it if you look. A reminder that Denver is always changing—and always layered.
The farther I went, the more I found. There was the moment the light rail rolled through, cutting across rows of newly built apartments that almost seemed to lean forward, curious. Then, under the overpass, I was met by a lineup of massive painted faces staring back—stoic, bold, and brilliant. The reflections in their mirrored sunglasses told stories of their own, the city skyline glowing back in each pair of lenses.
But it was just after that when I met Kerry Cesen. A muralist, shirt stained with paint, standing in front of his nearly finished work. I asked if I could take his portrait and he agreed, quietly. He didn’t need to pose. The whole wall behind him already said everything about what he does and who he is.
Just as I was lining up a shot, two cyclists flew past, unintentionally adding this unexpected layer of movement across his stillness. It felt like a moment that belonged to this city—gritty, alive, artistic, and always in motion.
This was one of those walks where you end up with far more than a photo. You end up with a connection, a story, and maybe even a little piece of why you live in a place like this.
Faces and Places of Denver isn't just about the people or the places. It's about the moments where they meet. This was one of them.
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