When I was a kid in Denver, there was a huge, annual festival held at a Greek Orthodox Church in town, the Denver Greek Festival.
I was pretty young, but I still remember going to these festivals. They were crazy, so many people drunk on Ouzo. I also remember the gyros and baklava.
The last time I was in Denver, I went back to this church to photograph. It was a pretty amazing day, with that uniquely rich Colorado light. late afternoon.
I parked my car in a ratty parking lot underneath the church, and spent the next couple of hours making pictures. It was a nice afternoon, not only for the light, but because my five year old son wanted to join me; he made pictures on iPhone while I walked around with my Bronica.
I made all these pictures that afternoon, a series of silver prints mounted into one frame measuring about 17×68 inches.
It’s part of ongoing series of photographs I’m compiling about growing up in Denver. I’m heading back West next week, and delight to make pictures again.