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| 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.
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| A frigid morning |
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| The dark landscape is covered with ice |
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| A dreary, winter dawn |
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| The foothills are quiet and colorless |
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| A large herd of elk |
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| A monochrome meadow |
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| Patches of broken snowpack |
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| Crystallized trees |
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| A watery gulch |
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| A melancholy Monday |
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