My friend Paula and I went snow hiking. I wore tennis shoes! But it worked, though we kept falling through the snow. Should’ve paid heed to the other trail people: almost all of them wore snow shoes.
My friend Anne came over from another nearby town to catch up. We met in France! She was in the writer’s group I attended.
That snowman’s playing hard to get. Or it looks like I’m stalking him.
Gnarled trees reaching for the heavens…a nice metaphor for life.
Ah the grandeur! Mountains fill me waaaaaay up.
Pussy Willows in front of a blue-gray Coloradee sky.
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