Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts

Monday, December 26, 2016

The Riven Tree

The trail is quiet, not a bird breaks the silent, trackless, virgin Colorado Powder.

Time itself rests from its relentless, steady, pushing and cracking through to an unmarked path.

No spring on the wing, no thaw, no new growth needling its way into a new spring morning.

No, not yet.


Friday, December 23, 2016

Snow Grazing

It's late afternoon in the Arkansas River Valley in Southern Colorado. Cattle graze on the yellow leftovers from the fall harvest, probably alfalfa.

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Christmas in Crestone Colorado

We are surrounded with beauty, with visions of sugar plums dancing!

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Epipheny in Blue

There is an advantage of having Blue as the New Red and Green. It suits the chilled evening wanderers, as they go passing through an epiphany.

East 58th Street, New York, 2013 (Taken with iPhone)

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Christmas in Crestone

Crestone, Colorado with Tree, Snow, and Wet Dog


Saturday, December 22, 2012

There's no place like a home away from home for Christmas!!

DENVER -- December 21, 2012 (prior to the end of the world)


Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy New Year!!!

Fireworks over the Reservoir, 2012

Taken with blurry iPhone; it's the thought!

Friday, December 30, 2011

Park Avenue: Christmas 2012

Ok.  I know, Whiteish and Yellow Christmas Lights don't exactly look like this to you and me, but have we truly considered how these same lights might look to a Cannon EOS?  I thought not!
20111229-IMG_ Park Avenue as seen by a Cannon E"OS  3595.jpg
Looking South on Park Avenue from 92nd Street, 2012

Monday, December 20, 2010

Is it Christmas Yet?

 I went over to the other side to take a look 
You know it was the same old quiet evening 
Over and over structure, repetition, an urban stamped out subdivision. 
I want that house, give me that petal, and let’s have a look at that grass blade-No!
Not that one, for heaven’s sake, I mean that one over there.
Yes, that is the one.
Oh, to be selected. 
So what if Milky Ways are one in twenty? 
Who cares about the droplets and the grains? 
Just once to be the one and only
The one with homespun and yellow corn and himself there in love.
Its Christmas now and streaky windows pick up stringy lights and smeared colors in the oily puddles and the waffled manhole covers 

 Jane's tree with Susie