Yesterday evening, my youngest daughter and I took a little photowalk around the neighborhood. Daylight was beginning to fade. The slush in the streets slowly starting to freeze. My daughter explaining the rule of thirds to me and somehow claiming the Leica as her own.
It’s hot. The heat is oppressive. The wind is blowing but it isn’t refreshing. Stiff and dry. The landscape is ancient. Rocky. Dusty. Barren. Like another planet. Mars but brown, not red. Still, I love it here.
This past weekend was Classical Ballet of Colorado's performance of The Nutcracker. I've had the honor of photographing this show for the past few years and the level of talent never ceases to amaze me.