babykiboko

It's pretty cold here in south-central Colorado, with frigid air blowing the minute the sun starts to go down.  I've had a very bad cold, and like almost everyone I talk to, it's lasted a long, long time.  I'm hunkered in, thinking about where I'm gonna go to get my next photos. I want to head out East on foot toward the Sangre de Cristos but keep thinking about the man who disappeared out that way at the beginning of winter. His photo is up all over town. Someone probably knows what happened to him but this place can go quiet very quickly and in a real eerie way, if you get my gist. Be best to take my son with me but he's playing Modern W...