walking the brush creek

I need the sound of the cold waters of Brush Creek at least once, if not twice, per day. My place is always at the water's edge.

Close my eyes, let the water sounds envelope me. What's the first thing that comes to mind? That is what I take back to my studio. I am grounded here.

We're at 8,000 feet on the Brush Creek Ranch. Walking up hills is a challenge, but it gets better with each climb. Stopping to take a breath gives my eyes a focus on the landscape instead of on my boots in the snow and mud.

And Biggie, one of the three ranch dogs, somehow always finds me on my journeys. We talk to each other, and I swear Biggie tags along just to keep me safe. (Supposedly, the ranch dogs keep the mountain lions away.)