First Light

When we first moved here, I was tremendously impressed by the pink golden light on the hills west of us during morning sunrise. If you look closely, you can see where the ice fog that persisted all of yesterday ended about 100 feet above us.

Anniversary

Two years ago yesterday, I brought home a four-pound, eight week old scrap of black fluff and attitude from the Pikes Peak Humane Society.  I stashed him in the master bathroom for safety while I went out to feed the horses.  As I stepped outside in the bitter cold, listening to him scream at being abandoned, I saw the constellation Orion in the sky, and decided to name our new miniature schnauzer puppy after it.  I took this photo about two hours later.

He still has the attitude.