Have you ever watched those movies where the main character goes back home after years away and runs around pointing at things saying, “I used to climb that tree” or “I loved sitting on that rock” while his sidekick nods in sage awareness? There seems to be a solidness about nature that man seldom achieves. What a terrific picture.
Unfortunately, I have to say it just isn’t true. I went home a summer or two ago. Not only was the house I grew up in torn down, but I hardly recognized the property. Apple trees were still there, but I couldn’t remember which, if any, were the ones I used to climb as a kid.
Today, I wanted to take advantage of the season to revisit some of the sites for Faith on the Rocks. The story is set in September and October, when Colorado enjoys a wonderful pallet of autumn colors. So Prophet and I went to South Platte Park instead of our usual Chatfield visit. I was searching for a special location–the spot where my character, Father Rico Sanchez met his end. I wanted to share a photo of that place with you.
But the park, as I remembered it, had changed like my old home property. The river was still there. Rocks still jutted out under steep slopes. The trees were engaging and huge. I just didn’t remember the paths turning precisely one way or another. There seemed to be more trails worn in by enthusiastic hikers. And the river itself seemed slower and lower than in years past.
Still, I was able to come up with a few places that could be what I described in the book. It’s up to you to decide if you like them, or perhaps your own imagination will help build a better view for you. Where would you shove a victim over the side of a riverbank? Heh, heh, heh. I have to admit, it’s fun in this spooky month of Halloween, to play the bad guy and decide these kind of things.
Then I thought about other places in the book. I wanted to share with you the library where Daisy and her romantic writing friends hang out on Tuesday evenings. I eat bagels each morning at my local Einstein’s, and can see the library from across Johnson Reservoir.
In all, as I took my camera about, it struck me more and more that Littleton is a beautiful city to live in. No wonder, I have no desire to move.
And speaking of keeping put at home, where would Daisy live? What would her house look like?
I took several pictures of homes on streets I thought Daisy would like living at. Today, I’m sharing a few street scenes, but in a couple of weeks, I hope to set up a pictorial survey and have you choose what Daisy’s home should look like.
For now, I hope you find time to go crunch around in some autumn leaves, and enjoy this wonderful weather.