This week I traveled to Colorado, albeit briefly.
Unsurprisingly, most of my photos are of nature. Landing, I was in awe of the golden fields surrounding the airport, and the snow on the front range of the Rocky Mountains. Once I was in town, I couldn’t get over all the color. The autumn. The crisp air.
I was traveling for work, but had a chance to check in with a few folks who I adore. And felt guilty about all of those I didn’t have a chance to see. (Does anyone ever win that game?)
I was a bit apprehensive of this trip; coming off another Arizona summer, I was ravenous for cool weather. Also, I had a romanticized memory of my days in Colorado. This trip reminded me of what I loved and miss, and what I now value of my life in the desert. I really enjoyed my time seeing friends and family, walking around downtown Golden, driving through Denver, and working in Boulder.
I was also thrilled to come home.
With a foot in Arizona and another always in Golden, it is a great place to be.