In the spring of the year 2003 I was shocked to hear of the sudden suicide of one of my favorite people. My friend Ross Buchanan had just graduated from the University of Colorado and was about to enter the scary so called "real world." He had been dealing with the hardships of life the only way he knew how.
     In an attempt to remember the good times that made Ross the great friend that he was, I decided to document one of our rituals that had always stuck out in my mind. A sculpture of Robert Frost sits in front of Old Main at the University of Colorado campus, calmly writing a poem commenting on the destitution of winter. We would spend a few minutes of our week sitting and talking with Mr. Frost.
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