Red Rocks State Park last weekend.

Like a bird on the wire . . .

I saw this bird hit these wires the other day while biking along the North Platte river. It literally "croaked", as much as a bird can croak, and then it plummetted.

I thought it was kind of strange that it had been tagged.

More pics of the Rockies . . .

"There's a kiss at the end of the Rainbow . . ."

I once drove to the end of a rainbow. I can't recall clearly, but I think it was in Wyoming or Missouri.

At its end, on a meadowed mountainside, I met a couple who had done the same.

I felt like less of an ass, knowing these two had chased it, too.

I couldn't believe that every car in Rocky Mountain National Park wasn't pulling aside to check this scene out. A picture like this does it no justice.

A little bit ironic . . .

This rock stopped.