Of the hundreds of pictures we took last week I was able to narrow down the ones I am choosing to display to a mere 26. These will give you a feel of my most exhilarating experiences. There are four categories with a bit of a description before each one: St. Malo, Crosses, Mountains, and Out and About. (Mouse over the image and it’s title will pop up.)
The retreat center where we stayed for the better part of the week we were in Colorado was called St. Malo. It is nestled in the mountains just outside of Estes Park. The seclusion afforded us an atmosphere free of distractions and replete with nature in it’s most natural state. One morning I awoke early and climbed up on a rock formation where they have placed a statue of Christ. My companions were a squirrel and two blue birds. As far as the eye could see great mountains rose out of the ground reaching up to embrace the immensity of the foreboding clouds that washed the heavens with gray tones and swirling forms. The most wonderful part was that we were with friends, dear friends. We also met some new people and had some great conversations. The conference was limited in numbers to create an ethos of intimacy.
Our time was saturated with spirituality, but not in an ethereal way. Rather, there was a very real sense of heaven come to earth. On the cross Jesus made the ultimate connection of his humanity and his divinity. Tapestries depicting the life of our Lord draped every wall and welcomed us in to a contemplative state. Some of the crosses on the grounds were refined, others rugged. The diverse crosses remind me that Christ came to seek and to save all sectors of the human race.
Mist danced with the relentless dusting of snow. Crisp air filled our lungs. Gusts of wind coming through the trees made us catch our breath and wet our eyes. I wiped away the reflex tears not wanting to miss a moment of majesty. I love the mountains. I love living in the mountains.
Out and About
Tooling around discovering new things to see, do, and eat was so much fun. Certain foods and shops could not be passed up. Then there were other places we had never been before, but will probably be back to because we enjoyed them. There is a shot in this group of a farm and a sky that never ends. We whizzed by it on the highway and I told DaRonn, “That right there is America to me.” He snapped and it turned out pretty good.