Kristal Kraft, Real Estate Master ~ Amateur Photographer
If we were to have a scavenger hunt for every color house in the rainbow, we must do it at Stapleton. Trouble is we would have too many winners.
That’s OK. It would be fun. I so love doing drive by shootings in this neighborhood, particularly this time of year.
When I see a home like this, I want a rocking chair. And a book. And some lemonade.
I don’t care if it’s not my yard. It was meant to be enjoyed, don’t you agree?
A setting like this was meant for public domain.
Share it please…
For so many years we painted our homes in tones of the earth, blending in instead of shouting out. I love the color that shouts, “remember me!”
Who can forget that yellow house?
The Stapleton neighborhood has gone to great lengths to design a community with the fine details of the past and the required amenities of the future. Notice the xeriscaped yards, they aren’t large enough (on purpose) to have to water, instead homeowners plant flowers and shrubs, all low maintenance, low water.
It works, the area is beautiful!
I love when homeowners fly the flag. Every time I see a home with a flag waving in front of it I want to stop and shoot it.
Flying the flag says so much, I love my home, I love my country, I am proud. Look at me!
Yes, I think I’ll hang my flag out tomorrow.
Just because.
I am listing a home for sale this week in Stapleton, so I’ve moved my drive-by shooting activities to the east side of town. 🙂
The new Stapleton neighborhood is built upon the old Stapleton Airport site. It is a green community that is actually used as an example for other communities around the country. Guess you could call Stapleton a Mentor Community!
This time of year is very colorful at Stapleton. The gardens are a profusion of color, it’s definitely a target rich environment for photos. Of course living there must be very nice too!
There’s a seedy side of Denver I want to shoot. I can see it from The Mouse Trap, but my hubby refuses to stop the car. Ok, so it’s the busiest intersection of highways for probably 600 miles in any direction. What’s the problem?
Anyway, I went looking for a close by perch. My shot is that looking down the railyard toward Denver. Yes, I know, but remember I said SEEDY?
It’s a cool shot. I didn’t get it yet. Instead I took this, I’m getting closer, stay tuned.
We have really cool bike bridges along the bikeway. I’ve never counted them all, but I know there are many. I like them.
Oftentimes I wonder how the early people of Denver managed to get back and forth across the rivers. Did they have cool bike bridges too? I sort of doubt it.
I wonder if they would think bike bridges were cool or would they think we are wimps?
I wish we could resurrect an old pioneer and see how they like what we have done. Heck, I’d even let them ride my bike.
Nothing says seedy side like being under a railroad bridge. At the moment I was glad to have the shelter, the wind came up and then the rain fell.
Once again my search was carried on too long in hopes of the weather blowing over. I did blow over, but not until after I got a little soggy.
What’s a little dampness when you are having fun?
This isn’t a picture of my son. It’s a picture of my son’s son. They look alike.
Bookends, before and after. DNA is cool like that, nature repeating itself.
Yes, he’s a Rocky Fan, can you see him cheering?
Happy Birthday Son. I love you!
Mom
P.S. Thanks for the Grandson!
