Whether it is on the Front Range or out in San Louis, my interactions with people I have met have been consistently positive.  Even when I say I am a photographer, an often exploitative practice, I'm often told. "You can take all the photos you want."

Today, after finding a shed with an American-themed mural on the front, I asked a man in the yard if I could grab a photo.  He readily introduced himself as Frankie, and called out his housemate Benji, who had the the mural done by a Navajo artist who had been living with them.  After talking and petting a plump, friendly dog by the name Baxter, I found myself in the house being offered everything from home-grown pot to photos of Frankie's family history.  After a short introduction these people welcomed me into their home, and I am glad to have met them.