birds call playfully
gentle soft water cascades
a place to exhale
The only sound heard on this spring day was the sweet chirping of busy birds.
Another slice of quiet on a beautiful summer day in Colorado.
An old Oliver tractor sits quietly on farm property in northern Colorado.
Unable to find the fountain of youth, I now search for endless summers and slow time.
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.
Only the occasional bird, distant rumble of thunder, or grasses moving in the wind.