These images are from a photo safari I undertook this week in Jefferson, Colorado, in between intense empathy and hand-wringing.
Our fence posts seemed to be a set of crosses with a message: Spring is here, the tomb is empty, and resurrection, rebirth and new growth are real.
A mountaintop picnic in Colorado’s Pike National Forest sparkled with nature and pineapple mimosas.
“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” said the Grill-Meister as he fired up the outdoor burner to cook bacon in 5° weather.
I’d like to be on that porch at Little House in the Rockies, looking at that sunset, feeling the mountain air, shivering just a little.
A change of scenery brings mountain wildflowers, a fire in the fireplace and a haiku about the mesmerizing nature of flames.
Wildfires abound in Colorado right now. Nearest to us here at Little House in the Rockies (but not an imminent threat) is the Weston Pass fire southwest of FairPlay. It’s about 25 miles away, as the crow flies. We can see and smell the smoke. […]