Morning in the Mountains - A Monochrome Monday
|Morning in the mountains|
On a frigid morning in the mountains, the dark landscape is coated with a thin layer of sparkling ice. Tired and cold, it's difficult to get going on such a dreary, winter dawn.
By late January, the Front Range foothills are quiet and colorless. On this day things are different as a large herd of elk have gathered in the monochrome meadow.
Strung out along the crest of a wide ridge, cows, yearlings and bulls forage together in the ochre grass. Patches of broken snowpack slide into the narrow draw below.
After such an unusual weather event, the pure-white Evergreens look like crystallized Christmas Trees. In the low light, their grey shadows stretch across the watery gulch.
It's a melancholy Monday but the morning march is a therapeutic necessity. It looks like it's going to be another hectic few days, working for the weekend.
|A frigid morning|
|The dark landscape is covered with ice|
|A dreary, winter dawn|
|The foothills are quiet and colorless|
|A large herd of elk|
|A monochrome meadow|
|Patches of broken snowpack|
|A watery gulch|
|A melancholy Monday|