"Then sings my soul ..."

On the way in to The Holy Land this evening, I could not help but notice the wonderful quality of the evening.

I had to stop and take some pictures.

Almost every evening is worth some pictures, but for some reason it was quite special this evening. Michelangelo would have loved this light:

Looking north from County Road CC. If you were to travel on a line directly north, you would come across no human habitation other than the odd farm or ranch house, until you hit the Canadian border, and maybe not even then or past then.

The southern reaches of the Wet Mountains, which run from approximately US Highway 50 down to Walsenburg. The distant peaks are about 80 miles away as the crow flies.

You would be able to see Pikes' Peak in this shot, were it not for the distant storm.

Looking south from Road CC.

This is from a couple of hundred yards east of the intersection of Road CC and Road 21, near the Hirakata place on CC. Looking to the southeast.