At times I miss Colorado desperately. I won’t lie. Ten years in any place will most likely create soul ties, I suppose. For me, because the mountains have always been a “thin place” where heaven and earth kiss, timberline will always be home. At least this side of time.
A few years ago my Dad, who is an avid photographer, and I got to spend a day in Rocky Mountain National Park with a pro guide. Here are some of his shots from the day. I’ll never forget it. Thanks, Dad, for giving me a reminder of the wild though it’s no longer at my doorstep. I needed it today. Continue Reading…