Une Envie de Sel

 Yesterday, before my mother takes off on her little road trip, we took a drive into the Indian Peaks wilderness, a spectacular area northwest of Denver that we have, somehow in all these years, still not explored completely.

 I love this picture because this is such a typical and familiar image of my mother, leaning on a fence with a camera in her hands, and horses somewhere nearby.

 Horses that came to say hello.

 I love the smell of a horse's breath, like warm grass. 

The yellow schoolhouse is a startling contrast in that empty valley.

 Trainspotting.

 Daddyspotting.

 Mum and I came around a corner to be suprised by these two jokers...aha!

 Mike took this picture - isn't it sweet? Somehow captures all the joy we were taking in around us.

 Q picked a wild daisy for me.

 Always the explorer.

 So beautiful, every inch.

 Waving to the train as it heads for the tunnel that goes through the mountain. The conductor blew his whistle for Q.