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.
Quiet, slow, warm, soft and easy. Even the sound of a car on this gravel is comforting.