Wednesday, December 8
A beautiful day
Stunning. Cloudless high blue Colorado sky. Long shadows from the early morning low slanting sun on the corn-stubble, snowy fields. White snow-covered peaks. A ferruginous hawk, or maybe he's a rough-legged one, sits atop a small golf course cottonwood scanning for rodents. The boarded up Treasure Island Motel Cafe sits lonely and lost along the road. A farmer with a German Shepard riding shotgun. Yes, a fine day.
And, to top it all off, it's my son's 14th birthday. Happy Birthday, Connor.
And, to top it all off, it's my son's 14th birthday. Happy Birthday, Connor.
