Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

Winter Aspen Tangled in a Blue Southern Colorado Sky

Cold blue-white skies Straw stalks bitten down in the harvested field. The horse barely whinnies in the low sun. I snuggle down within the frozen roots and watch the teeth chomping, Milk-soft lips, hoofs stepping one by one, pressing in the earth; I'm quick; I move out of range and continue my surveillance. Warm brown eyes and a forelock of course. A low toss of a mane, Moist breath white as smoke in the cold,  A soft rumbling on the exhale. No flies now, no swishing tails.  Chomp, pull, grind, chomp, chomp pull.. I smell wet melting frost on the yellow ground. I almost hear the cottonwoods along the partly frozen creek, and the rusted iron wheel used to set the sluice gate. White snow patches on the blue mountains,  The evening star at last. Southern Colorado

Hello? Hello?? I may be cut off at any moment! Here's what has happened! I was minding my own business on an off-brand bus going from Denver to Moffat Colorado, when we stopped in Fairplay (read South Park) for a rest stop. I got up, left the bus, purchased a coffee, and boarded again. Something seemed a little off, yes, but still it was familiar enough. Imagine my shock, when over to my left I spied a phantom shadow of another bus! I glanced toward the front of my bus, and there sat my sixth grade gym teacher with a famous particle physicist. Help! I yelled. Clearly unheard, I looked around in desperate dismay. At last, up in the mid-center of my field of view, was a dim and fading Emergency Exit sign. I roused myself and lurched my way toward the dimming red sign. As I careened forward I spotted a second bus on a right bend in the road. I leaped through the fading door. There I was pulling out of the Fairplay parking lot as though no time had passed! Yet as we wen...

Sometimes, in late evening, it seems as though black and white is a good idea.... North Conservancy Garden, late afternoon in Black and White

Deep purple-red house buried in orange-red leaves, with a mailbox

Fall Reflections Bicyclist in Central Park, East Drive

It's an overcast day, damp with fall, colored with possibilities! Mission for the day: a. Locate one Fall Leaf. b. Find a Person. c Give Person this incredible thing.