Ed. note: I took about 200 or so photos, about sixty of which are usable. Here are some, originally published on Daily Kos and Culture Kitchen.

I've been schlepping the camera around Denver since Monday, and thought I'd share.

On arrival. Denverites - Denverians? - are fantastically friendly.

Ralph Nader, no, thanks.

"Dude, Katie Couric's standing right behind you".

During Obama's speech, joy and tears. It was amazing.

Maybe I am just like my father, since he was hardly ever satisfied. He held a lot of standards, sometimes they were outrageously high. He was a frustrated political activist and so am I. One time -way long ago- the government of Trinidad and Tobago convened a Commission of Inquiry into possible subversive political activities (and elements) on both islands; my dad was one of many targets. In the end they deemed him a “clever intriguer” amongst many things; but he wasn’t incarcerated; thank God. I thought of my dad on the first day of my first trip to Denver, Colorado -for the Democrat’s convention. He could always see through political phonies. It has always been tough for me to attend conventions -both here and back there- and that’s why I am never really excited about going. But I go nonetheless; I often wonder why: especially when I am like a fish out of water whenever I go.

I got to Denver around 2:00 a.m. on Monday morning last, and couldn’t find transportation to my hotel. You see, the DNCC placed me more than an hour’s trains ride from the convention: some reward for the one who many say is New York City’s top blogger; don’t you think? If only it were true; then I would get some respect; no? Maybe this was just back-handed punishment for the many attacks I have laid on electeds (especially the black ones) in the past; payback is a bitch isn’t she?

By the time my plane touched down, I needed a meal, a shower and some TLC (tender loving care). I missed my home already; you see, my “girls” (my daughter and her mom) treat me like royalty most times/lol. I am generally the king of my castle; here I could have settled for White Castle: and about a dozen of their lil square cheeseburgers. There were very few people around, and most seem to be as ignorant as I was, relative to transportation.

I called the hotel to find Gatemouth; his phone kept ringing like the one in the song: “By the time I get to Phoenix”. At Denver’s airport, shuttles stopped running after 11:00 p.m. on Sunday nights. It had been nearly twelve hours since I had left my house; there was a delay at JFK airport, and I had to “in-transit” through Phoenix, Arizona. I was tired. My six foot and one inch frame, plus my long legs which got cramped while seated on those non-roomy planes, had left me feeling like a pretzel. Phoenix was 108 degrees hot when we landed. Do you know that you pay for blankets, pillows, food and drinks on airplanes now? Soon they will be making you pay to use their tiny-assed bathrooms. I can’t wait for that innovative move!

During Hillary Clinton's speech on Tuesday, you probably saw that sea of posters bearing her name being waved by enthusiastic convention delegates. It was a very cinematic moment, big, dazzling, and generally considered a very fitting tribute to the woman who remains the pivot of this election.

It's the small print that gives a hint of how unified this party actually is.

One key reason why our team travelled to enver was to bang the drum and toot the horns on our top electoral goal in this state in this cycle, liberating the state Senate from its anachronistic republican majority. Bloggers at the national level as a rule don't pay too close attention to state politics, but in this case, we may have been able to change that, because this state election will have profound consequences far beyond our borders. Simply put, if the third-largest state of the country suddenly becomes a laboratory for Progressive policies after this election, much as we became one after Franklin Delano Roosevelt was elected in 1928, it will resonate far beyond places like Islip and Poughkeepsie.

Consider, for example, the impact of Democratic control of this state on the financial sector, not a marginal consideration given that the country's largest banks are headquartered here and transact a disproportionate share of their business from their Wall Street offices and the New York Stock Exchange. That mortgage lending crisis didn't need to happen - and if we had had control of the Senate, it might not have.

These are the seeds of our national communications strategy: imagine a second California enacting Progressive goals and benchmarks for its territory, and then think about the impact of, say, California's vehicle efficiency standards on other states. In practice, Sacramento has provided something of a balance to Washington's rabid republicans, and Albany can do the same.

We as New Yorkers know that Joe Robach, Caesar Trunzo, Kemp Hannon and Dean Skelos are figures we'd like to not see in public office. People outside the state - and, in fairness, many of us even, due to the legislature's low profile - don't have the same appreciation of that. But hopefully, we have now changed that with a key constituency.

This year, the head of the New York delegation to the convention is, as he has been every four years since 1996, Sheldon Silver, the Speaker of the Assembly.

The man can't give a decent speech to save his life. How well he represents a state on the cusp of real change, given his ironfisted control of the Assembly, with all that implies - abysmal approval ratings, legislative gridlock, unaccountable legislators, the most dysfunctional state government in the union - is open to question. Whether Sheldon Silver is really the face we want to present to the world, when we have real superstars - Hillary Clinton, Chuck Schumer - really isn't debatable. He's not. If it's possible to exude stasis, Silver has managed it.

The head of the New York State Democratic Party is David Paterson, the governor. He should be the one to lead the party to the next convention.

Senator Schumer with Markos Moulitsas and contributing editor brownsox of Daily Kos.

The narratives emerging from last night's nomination spectacle are complex, but here's one that may be overlooked amidst all the unity hype and Clinton genuflection: speaker after speaker drew an arc of emancipation that stretched from women through native Americans to blacks and, now finally included in the line-up, gays and lesbians. John Kerry, Hillary Clinton, Bill Clinton, Joe Biden, all mentioned the fight for equality that has taken gays and lesbians out of the shadows of American life, and embedded it firmly in the long history of other Americans fighting for equality before the law.

Considering that history - Bill Clinton signed the so-called Defense of Marriage Act, a discriminatory piece of legislation unconstitutional on its face, and even ran ads campaigning on that signature - that's a remarkable development.

And today, on the 45th anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King's I Have a Dream Speech, as America somewhat disbelieving prepares to elevate a black person to the pinnacle of power, the American family continues to expand. There's still a rocky road ahead, and we may never reach the conclusion of it; it's naive, for example, to believe that Barack Obama's nomination alone will exorcise forever the demons of racism. But today, this great, troubled nation of ours stands on the mountaintop and looks towards a promised land.

Assembly Speaker Sheldon Silver, rehearsing his glittering oratory.

Harlem Senator Bill Perkins, one of Obama's original (and at the time, few) backers in New York, in the Pepsi Center, having the last laugh.

Governor Deval Patrick (D-MA) liveblogging.

Governor Christine Gregoire (D-WA), addressing the hippies bloggers.

Senator Jon Tester, Democrat of Montana.

And here's our very own Deni Frand.

Via Albany Project, Craig Johnson in Denver.