I didn’t know that a sense of place was important to me until I moved to Colorado a few years ago.
It’s an odd premise—a sense of place. It’s hard, impossible even, to define precisely what I (or anyone else, for that matter) means when invoking it.
But however we try to pin it down, most Front Range residents would agree that our towns and neighborhoods have little of it.
Placelessness is a side effect of sprawl—scrawling new neighborhoods onto former prairie and farmlands between Fort Collins and Colorado Springs with the intentionality of a child with an Etch-A-Sketch.
Colorado has a shortage of housing stock, so I don’t begrudge the building. But the new building doesn’t have much there-there.
Taylor Coe 