Horned Lark, Capulin, Colorado.

Horned Lark, on a fence post in the village of Capulin, Colorado. I did get a close up of this little fellow, but I prefer this image which is how he looked when I first caught a glimpse as we drove past. Here’s a close up of a Horned Lark from last year in the snow. They usually flock in the thousands, foraging around the roadsides and fields. This one was on it’s own and he didn’t seem to mind. Thanks for looking. G

Horned Lark, Capulin, Colorado.

Barns, Storms, Capulin, Colorado

Barns and approaching storm, on the road in Capulin, Colorado. Here’s an image from a number of years ago at this location in winter.  Whenever I’m in the area, I stop at this place. In fact, I’ve had the opportunity to make multiple visits to this and many other of my favorite locations over the years. I’m grateful that I get to do this often in my travels and career. Ultimately the quote below, of Franz Kafka, sums up the emotions I feel when I’m in the field. It’s as if the location I’m visiting is “the room”.  The world is my room; my room, “the location” is my world. Thanks for looking.

“You need not leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. You need not even listen, simply wait, just learn to become quiet, and still, and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked. It has no choice; it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.”
Franz Kafka

Thanks for looking. G

Barns, Storms, Capulin, Colorado