Gratitude Monday -- Roots

An icicle as it melted from the roof  in the afternoon sunshine Saturday.
For this I used my Pentax.  It was feeling lonely.

As of Saturday I've lived in Rocky for 25 years.
A quarter-century is a long time to be anywhere. It's important to like where you are, and I do. For that I am grateful.
I recall clearly the day I moved here: Wednesday, November 30, 1988. It was a mild day, no snow on the ground, and sunshine, blue sky, all in all a pleasant autumn day.
After the last load was hauled up to my third floor apartment my mother said to me, "Maybe you'll put down roots here."
Good call, mom.

Photo-Finish Friday -- Frosted West Edition

I went for a drive yesterday. It was one of those fine winter days where the frost covers everything in a glistening white coat.

This was taken about twenty miles east of Rocky and looks toward the west.

Remember to click to enlarge.