April 2022 by Frank Geyer
Long, long ago, in the incredible village of Aspen there was a saying -"THERE ARE 93 ART GALLERIES AND 96 BARS' IN ASPEN'Pretty close as I recall the greatest 10 years of my adult life.So, who had the best galleries IMHOASPEN GROVE FINE ART GALLERY, upstairs and downstairs on E. Cooperand their 3rd gallery, 1 street behind these 2, were the greatest galleries, I HAVE EVER SEEN..Each gallery's offerings were totally different.They had '"Viewing Boards' where the presenter would place the art, have the viewer(s) stand about 6+feet away and as the appropriate music softly played the presenter would use the track light dimmer to bring the piece life.There were thousands of 'OH LOOK AT THAT--I NEVER KNEW SNOW WAS ACTUALLY BLUE--OH MY GOD IT ACTUALLY COMES TO LIFE, etc.".The then trilogy of ASPEN GROVE GALLERIES, and his Santa Fe owned by a gentleman named Mr. Paul Zueger were and still may be were the ONLY Fine Art Galleries who used this method.A big part as to why they were the MOST SUCCESFUL ASPEN GALLERIES.Miss visiting the Aspen Grove Fine Art Galleries- & YOUVE MISSED A LOT
April 2021 by Ron Meiners
Unending LoveI seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…In life after life, in age after age, forever.My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,In life after life, in age after age, forever.Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,Its ancient tale of being apart or together.As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:You become an image of what is remembered forever.You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.At the heart of time, love of one for another.We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the sameShy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in youThe love of all man’s days both past and forever:Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –And the songs of every poet past and forever.
