However far the stream flows, it never forgets its source.-Nigerian Proverb. Rivers have always nourished my mind, body and soul. There is something about the rushing water that speaks to my soul. This is my little getaway spot on Clear Creek just outside of Golden. Whenever I need time to reflect and just be, this is where I come.
Fall is brief in the Rockies. Aspen leaves cling on to a bit of color as the first snowstorm clears out. Seasons are quite astonishing. They are akin to turning a new page.
A late fall snowstorm leaves a beautiful blanket of colors above Telluride, Colorado.
