138: The Colorado River

(Snow on the roof.)

Another gray, snowy day here in the Bogs.  I didn’t wander far when I went out.  I fed the birds.  Watched our two red-tailed hawks as they watched the birds at the feeders.  The hawks have been swooping down, attempting to feast on a bird or two, birds we have lured in with food.  As far as I can tell, the hawks have not yet been successful in their attempts.

I took a few photos but don’t want to post them.  I’m not in the mood to look at snow and gray skies.

(Colorado River.  Rocky Mountain National Park.  Colorado.)

Instead, I’ve been sorting through the Colorado pics from last August.  I would like to get prints made of some of them.  It’s just a matter of picking out a few and that means going through them, one by one.  Since I mentioned the Colorado River in Friday’s placeholder post, without showing it to you, I thought it only fair that you get a chance to look at it in photos and not just in the imagination.

(Cloud and grass reflections on the Colorado.)

A river seems a magic thing.  A magic, moving, living part of the very earth itself — for it is from the soil, both from its depth and from it surface, that a river has its beginning.

~ Laura Gilpin

(Fly fishing in the Colorado.)

By the time it came to the edge of the Forest, the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved slowly.  For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, ‘There is no hurry.  We shall get there some day.’

~ Benjamin Hoff, The Tao of Pooh

The Colorado River is 1,450 miles long and originates at La Poudre Pass Lake on the Continental Divide in Rocky Mountain National Park.

(At the Continental Divide.  RMNP.  Colorado.)

(Poudre  Lake.)

The photos of the river, above and below, were taken in Kawuneeche Valley, about 10 miles from the river’s source.

(Winding.)

(Bending.)

The weather here in the Bogs is going to be about the same tomorrow, only colder.  By Wednesday we might see some sunshine and I’ll be ready/willing to post photos from my daily outdoor excursions.  In the meantime, isn’t it nice to see so much color?

Today’s CD:  The Black Keys,The Big Come Up.

The Black Keys are a couple of local guys, from Akron, Ohio, who play some bluesy, raw, garage-band rock.  I’m hoping to see them in concert someday (they are always sold out around here before we can get tickets).  I don’t have their newest album yet, but you can hear some of the songs from it here.  (“Howlin’ For You” is one of my faves.)

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