These are weird red rock formations just west of Denver right along the front range.
I'm jealous of how much this cat can stretch: teach me your ways, master.
This is a goodbye photo of the girls at breakfast before we all part ways - sadly, not just for summer, but for indefinite.
I believe this is the first time I've ever seen silver-lined roses, which Gracie got for her 30th birthday.
A Greek-like structure, a sage of a tree coming alive for yet another spring, and a park bench underneath it. I like Cheesman Park.
Oh, and what a fresh blood orange it was!
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