Scenes from two separate trips (in the same week) to The Wichita Mountains.
The world was painted blue. When we crested hills, ahead on the low horizon in a clearing of clouds, the last light of set sun glowed through, sickly salmon colored.…
Though not yet the equinox, spring is here and winter is a happily faded memory. Some nights are colder than others but rarely now do they drop below the forties…
Dharma Anchor 