Ouray, Colorado
A snow-dusted mountain peeks in and out of its cloud comforter.
Red-rock mottling decorates a white fluffy blanket.
A grey mist softens the jaggedness.
The sun comes down in the morning in Ouray.
Delicate ice crystals embrace green pine needles, sparkling when the sun lands lightly on them.
Wisps of white cotton candy drift through robin-egg-blue sky.
Charcoal shadows take long, narrow bites out of bright-white snow fields.
It is dawn in Ouray.
Many fond memories of time spent in Ouray. Lovely hot springs. Stayed at the Twin Peaks Motel! 😊
I loved Ouray adn this bought it all back. thank you