Pretty blossoms precede the ill tempered tiny fake apples on this tree.
The treasure that is spring continues to produce splendor and beauty.
It is amazing that something this beautiful can turn into something so delicious.
A Colorado spring day with a great sky and something faster than a speeding bullet.
Late last fall I scooped up this leaf and shot this image at home. Somehow, even in the throes of death it remained gorgeous, maintaining a dignified and regal presence.
Only the sounds of birds and the gentle ripple of a creek can be heard on the Colorado plains. This is a timeless place, only missing Native Americans on horseback.
On grounded feet we look skyward, where mystery, beauty, and the unknown live.