You Belong Among the Wildflowers
Have I mentioned that I love the mountains? The crisp, cool air causes me to stop and to take slow, deep breaths. Each breath is purifying, as though I am the only being who has ever breathed those molecules.
Have I mentioned that I love the mountains? The crisp, cool air causes me to stop and to take slow, deep breaths. Each breath is purifying, as though I am the only being who has ever breathed those molecules.
This shot was taken on Sunday morning after my descent from the top of Trail Ridge road. I just had to share.
I remember as a young child the first time I looked out over this picturesque valley with its quaint, fairy tale farm and gentle flowing river. I felt a sense of wonder at the simple beauty of the green fields nestled up against the foothills and the stillness of everything.
Tonight as I stood here again looking out over a valley that has not changed much in 40 years, I felt pure peace. I watched the long shadows stretch across the green grass and then fade away. I listened to the sounds of the birds chirping and felt a gentle, cool breeze against my skin. I realized that taking this picture has been on my bucket list for many years. I may even go shoot it again when the skies are blue instead of cloudy. Definitely smiling tonight.