Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

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.

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

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

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)

Crestone, Colorado with Tree, Snow, and Wet Dog

There's no place like a home away from home for Christmas!! DENVER -- December 21, 2012 ( prior to the end of the world)

Fireworks over the Reservoir, 2012 Taken with blurry iPhone; it's the thought!

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! Looking South on Park Avenue from 92nd Street, 2012

 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