A walk along the Bobalink Trail in Boulder, Colorado. Ice on the creek fascinates with exquisite patterns, textures, and crystals. The soft light fades behind the mountains to illuminate. And clouds burn and drift in a little storm, framed by the trees.
Retreating from the wandering, the shooting, in the fridgid air of just dusk I return with head ducked into jacket and gloved hands clutch the handlebars of the trusty bike.