Darvin Atkeson
Echoes of Light
Walking through glowing aspen trees along the creek the light breeze took on a slight but not unpleasant chill. The shadows grew longer and slowly the last bit of light dipped below the tallest peak. We emerged out of the forest of aspens onto the shore of a small lake. Walking along the shore gazing back up at the mountains where hues of a sunset began to slowly intensify. A small group of deer walked slowly past us down to sip on the cool water of the now quiet lake. Fish jumped breaking the otherwise perfectly mirrored reflections of the pink clouds. Our gaze would not be broken till the light dimmed and a near full moon behind us finally captured our attention. We stayed till the stars were out and decided to head back to the cabin for an evening with friends.
© Darvin Atkeson
Echoes of Light
Walking through glowing aspen trees along the creek the light breeze took on a slight but not unpleasant chill. The shadows grew longer and slowly the last bit of light dipped below the tallest peak. We emerged out of the forest of aspens onto the shore of a small lake. Walking along the shore gazing back up at the mountains where hues of a sunset began to slowly intensify. A small group of deer walked slowly past us down to sip on the cool water of the now quiet lake. Fish jumped breaking the otherwise perfectly mirrored reflections of the pink clouds. Our gaze would not be broken till the light dimmed and a near full moon behind us finally captured our attention. We stayed till the stars were out and decided to head back to the cabin for an evening with friends.
© Darvin Atkeson