Out in Rural Colorado, the sky stretches wider, the silence lingers longer, and time seems to move differently. There’s beauty in the open fields, in still lakes that mirror the clouds, in weathered barns and rusted fences that whisper of lives once lived. I’m drawn to these places for their quiet strength, their unpolished grace. Through my lens, I try to honor the space they hold, the calm, the memory, the enduring presence of the past.
