A prompt from dVerse Poet’s Pub about bridges results in a heartfelt love haiku about forever.
Sometimes I realize I’m distracted by the myriad of data and news and trivia (oh my!) that worm their way into my consciousness and need a break from all that external stimuli.
These images are from a photo safari I undertook this week in Jefferson, Colorado, in between intense empathy and hand-wringing.
Boreas Pass in central Colorado is scenic, lovely, unspoiled and a call from nature to join her.
Grab a cup of coffee and I’ll walk you through a couple of happy hours I spent with my camera on Easter afternoon at the Tarryall Reservoir State Wildlife Area.
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.
The backstory for this (hopefully) enigmatic haiku is a tale of a search through my photo library.
A mountaintop picnic in Colorado’s Pike National Forest sparkled with nature and pineapple mimosas.
A video and photos of an unexpected Memorial Day weekend snowstorm in central Colorado, and a haiku to capture the feeling.
A magnificent bighorn sheep posed for me, turning this way and that. He was either mildly amused or mildly annoyed, and we enjoyed a few moments together. Three haiku and these photos are the result.
“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” said the Grill-Meister as he fired up the outdoor burner to cook bacon in 5° weather.
sparkling crystal limbs perfect in their nakedness waiting for springtime We’re back at Little House in the Rockies. It’s beautiful. I’m thankful. © 2018 Glover Gardens