I’ve been told that Salt Lake City homebuilders held the nation’s first parade of homes in 1946, and since, it is a Utah tradition that attracts more people each year.
A battle for preservation is an expression I hear, but I have learned first hand how often there are winners and losers in the efforts to save buildings.
It’s that time of year when it’s easy to find oneself mumbling the pert platitudes etched into those deadly sweet heart-shaped multi-colored candies. You know the kind—the ones some kids put in the envelopes with their school valentines.
Sundance Film Festival is a time our area fills with interesting people. In addition to seeing the films and the discussions that follow, one of my favorite things about the yearly event is casual conversation with strangers. It just starts with questions like, “What have you seen that is interesting? Or, Have you just arrived?” Soon there are stories.
Last week I extended my best effort to attract a big blanketing snowstorm by featuring photos taken in the snow. While still hopeful big snows will still arrive, this week I am thinking about being somewhere else other than the Wasatch Back.