As we slide inexorably toward the shortest day of the year, I accidentally find myself walking in the evening dusk more often than I care to admit. Last evening, K and I walked in light snow flurries with a half moon beaming down on us.
After I dropped off K, I headed out into a dreich day for a snow bike ride. I haven't glimpsed our mountains in days due to a curtain of snow clouds veiling them. Somewhere, behind the closer tree-covered hills in the photo below, the gorgeous Continental Divide towers.
I checked a wildlife camera on my way home, and I found that a cute little buck had visited last night in the frigid winter air.
lanky youngster who visited in mid-summer.