Wake up and look out the window.
Orange leaves flutter on the branches of a doomed ash tree in the foreground.
Rising sun casts the same autumn color on clouds that float far off and high in the western sky. The foothills and distant, jagged peaks are golden wheat from the plains.
If only one could paint that sunrise.
A curious* contraption caught our attention as we strolled home last night from the Sun Rose Cafe, one of the finest eateries in Longmont.
Secured in front of the Firehouse Art Center was a bicycle that looked like a giraffe, or maybe it was a sculpture of a giraffe with wheels.
We had to peek inside, of course, and discovered we had entered Bicycle Month, one of the finest times.
Maybe we’ll see you there when we go back soon during gallery hours. Be sure to say hey.
* Definition #3