I like Sky. Always have. Everwhere I go, I'm shooting the sky, for one reason or another.
Big ol' comforting mountains, north of Durango, last July.
Where the Animas sometimes looks like a river boiled with clouds.
And the train ride is reliably loud and sooty.
Back home to Kansas for Thanksgiving...
I always end up looking up.
And when we go on our hikes,
One or both of the girls inevitably says, We should move here!
And I always agree.
But then there's the West.
And those oh so busy and expansive skies.
And then I am home, even with the traffic.
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)