Living – Places: 31

"Without accepting the fact that everything changes, we cannot find perfect composure. But unfortunately, although it is true, it is difficult for us to accept it. Because we cannot accept the truth of transience, we suffer."
– Shunryu Suzuki Roshi

2018

Mysticles on our Rocky Mountain Birch tree. There's a gentle westward mist meandering through today, forming delicate pointed icicles on the east face of every branch, pine needle, and dried grass blade.

Delicate mist-formed icicles on birch twigs

Same birch branch 24 hours later, after an overnight snowfall. The mysticles provide an excellent anchor for the fresh snow.

Snow weighing down birch branch

Yet another 24 hours later and after still more snowfall, the skies have cleared and the high country morning sun is lighting up the world. For me, mornings like this are among the most beautiful experiences of life.

Snow on the birch branch glowing in the morning sunshine
Snow on a ponderosa lit by the morning sunshine


It has been an exceptional spring in several ways, for example, in 28 years of living here, I've never seen as much Ponderosa pollen as floated on the breeze this year. At times it looked like the entire valley below us was shrouded in a golden mist. Today, the first day of summer, we took a walk along the South St. Vrain Creek and saw drifts of Cottonwood fluff unlike any we've seen before. In places it looked like the ground was covered in the aftermath of a gigantic pillow fight! Looking up, we could see the trees bursting with massive amounts of more fluff ready for the next breezes to carry the millions of seeds away. Stunning.

Thick layer of Cottonwood fluff nearly burying wild plants


Visited a friend who lives on the east side of town earlier this summer and took this photo on the drive up to his place. This is looking west at downtown (and, frankly, at most of the town), with Mount Meeker and Longs Peak towering beyond. I feel so fortunate to live here.

Town of Lyons, Colorado

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