Fezziwig Press & Photography by Stu Jenks

"Bozo near Sterling, Colorado"

"Bozo near Sterling, Colorado" (c) 2009 Stu Jenks

"The Road to Paradox"

"The Road to Paradox, Colorado" (c) 2009 Stu Jenks

The Bozos: "Bozo and a Marmot on a Rock"

The Bozos: "Bozo and a Marmot on a Rock, San Juan Mountains, Colorado" (c) 2009 Stu Jenks

The Bozos: "Bozo below Uncompahgre Peak"

The Bozos: "Bozo below Uncompahgre Peak, Colorado" (c) 2009 Stu Jenks

"Aspens Along Nellie Creek"

"Aspens Along Nellie Creek, Colorado" (c) 2009 Stu Jenks

"Columbine below Blue Lake"

"Columbine below Blue Lake, Colorado" (c) 2009 Stu Jenks

The Bozos: "Bozo at Four Corners, at Sunset"

The Bozos: "Bozo at Four Corners, at Sunset, Arizona/Utah/New Mexico/Colorado, The Navajo Reservation" (c) 2009 Stu Jenks

The Bozos: "Bozo at 14,034 feet"

The Bozos: "Bozo at 14,034 feet, Red Cloud Peak, The San Juan Mountains, Colorado" (c) 2009 Stu Jenks





[The bottom photo was taken by a nice woman from Farmington, New Mexico. All other photos taken by me.]

The Bozos: "Bozo beside Silver Creek"

The Bozos: "Bozo beside Silver Creek, San Juan Mountains, Colorado" (c) 2009 Stu Jenks

[The story of Bozo, in the Four Corners area, will be forthcoming. Just a few pictures for now.]

"Conejons, Colorado" (c) 2007

"Conejons, Colorado" (c) 2007 Stu Jenks

      

[On the border of New Mexico and Colorado, the little town of Conejons has two gas stations and a small grocery store. Bought gas at one of the stations. The women-proprietor offered to pump my gas. Very nice of her. We talked for a while and I learned that Conejons is Rabbit in Spanish. Paid for the gas and then drove across the street and took this shot of the twin water tanks. Remember seeing her watching me as I took this picture. A bit of a puzzled look was on her face, wondering, I suppose, why I found them so interesting. I was struck (and still am) by the unintentional irony of the paintings on the tanks. One tank holds a portrait of Indian life, a smiling Native couple, with tranquil buffalo roaming among the teepees. The right side tank displays an Anglo farming family, with a child, and a spade, and a procession of priests trekking across the prairie. The Natives are long gone from this part of Colorado, either killed, starved, diseased, or exiled. No reservations near by. The Cheyenne and others are just a memory now, illustrated in black and white, and a bit of green, on the side of a water tank. In spite of the sad and odd imagery, Conejons seemed to be a nice little town. Glad I bought gas there. Then again, I didn't stay long enough to find out its dark secrets or its quiet kindnesses.]