The “three day retreat” I mentioned lasted three days, as family has kept me busy. Arriving early Sunday morning, I went to a beautiful little church to photograph the mountains. The view was delicious and the people were welcoming. This was a duet of refreshing delight that continued, without fail, throughout my stay.
I rented a darling little house close to town. It turned out that my “retreat center” had belonged to a wonderful friend who, sadly, moved far away.
I had visited her many times in her little abode. It felt like coming home to me which made my stay so comfortable. I ate at my favorite dining places, and every shop I went into I ran into old friends or made new ones.
Never miss a sunset when you’re in the mountains. I did, by minutes, but the after glow was stunning. This was my bedtime art.
The next evening was cloudless and rather uneventful, nevertheless just as stunning. This get-away ended too soon.