Dreaming of Jemez

It had been a long day, a rainy day, outside my window, a clearing sky caught my eye, with thunder heads just past by and a setting sun, I knew I would have that perfect moment, the light was right, the canyon shadows were deep, grabing my camera, and out the door, knees that hadn't worked for years danced over brush and rocks, scattered jack rabbits, and made it to the canyon's rim, to capture the perfect moment of cloud, and light and and amber glow. Thank the gods that I can still run in my dreams.