Finding a place where time moves at a pace.
Just the right pace.
A pace that feels like home.
Tag: mountains
On the banks of the green
On the banks of the Green River looking back at time.
The fresh green of spring heralds another year has passed while the rocks have a greater story to tell.
The Red Eye Flight
A Black Crowned Night Heron with the reddest eye I have seen on one of these guys takes flight over Arapahoe National Wildlife Refuge, Walden, CO.
Remnants
Remnants of fall on a winter day bringing feelings of spring. Perhaps it was the color or warm sun above.
Returning.
A quiet morning.
Without fanfare.
Staying close to home.
Minus Minus
Up until about a week or so ago our winter had been mild and somewhat dry. Well, all that changed in the drop of a hat as last week was a minus minus week. Minus at night and minus during the day as well. And while it was frigid the good thing about cold compared t heat is that you can bundle up and get out and enjoy the snow and silence that accompanies a frosty day.
While morning temperature were hovering near -20o F, afternoons seemed downright balmy at -80F, and, hey, the sun was peeking through at times. We ventured up a local trail enjoying a gentle uphill which actually had us unzipping our jackets. It was just warm enough to pull out the phone and snap a few pictures and soak in the quiet of a cold cold day.
A distant view as the clouds make way for sunshine that while bright and crisp did not warm our face.
A familiar friend lies across the creek accumulating snow. All in all a wonderful week and this week is forecast to be a minus plus…with snow to boot.
Without a sound
As silently as the sun comes up it goes down.
Dawn Light
Dawn light and wintery peaks captured with the old black Holga. Getting up early isn’t all that bad sometimes.
Looking east
Looking east with the sun at our backs.
Treated to that golden glow and a beautiful moon.
The sun is setting far too soon as November makes its way.
What’s for dinner?
This little Chipmunk scrambled up the log next to where we were eating dinner a few weeks ago and seemingly asked the question….What’s for dinner? Although no meal was provided, at least for him, he was more than happy to provide his company that evening.
