Colorado Gold

I spent two days in the western range in Colorado.  On one of those days I drove up to Cottonwood Pass, over 12,000 feet high.  Part way there, the road led through an arid, relatively flat valley.  Perched on a hill overlooking that valley was a beautiful hawk.

He only allowed me a few minutes of looking before he took flight.

He did grace me with a fly-over as he floated toward the hills in the distance.

Heading down the hill, the sun lit up leaves that were beginning the Autumn change.

Even marsh grasses were turning gold.