If I have to hear you mispronounce 'documentary' one more fucking time....

It's been a busy few days. On purpose. Just.....keeping my mind off of things. It's been somewhat effective. 

I've gone out and taken photos, but they've been reflections for me, instead of pictures for general consumption. Not that others can't enjoy them, but they mean something to me. More than I think can be inferred by glancing at them. 

Let's see:

 The drive home from Estes on Sunday was delicious. I stared out of the window the entire time, and every inch of my silly face caught the golden tones the sun threw at me. I loved it.

 I am so wildly passionate about the mountains breaking up the light. Isn't it gorgeous? These pictures don't do it any kind of justice whatsoever.

I tried to snap a few pictures of the patrons while they were enjoying the company of each other, but they were all blurry and terrible. That's ok, because I liked this picture the best, anyway. It's more honest. 

I still haven't gone through my second batch of aquarium photos. I'll get to it eventually.