Sometimes the sky looks bruised, just before the sun comes up. Although, these are my favorite colors

I must confess, I love the evening sky, as the setting sun kisses a wee stream of clouds

Back to early, early morning when the trees and all seem like dark shadows of themselves

Then that amazing golden hour when the land is touched by, well…gold

Winter is hard, but still, just there, yes, right there, is the beauty of a most unusual kind. 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda