The “three day retreat” I mentioned lasted three days, as family has kept me busy.  Arriving early Sunday morning, I went to a beautiful little church to photograph the mountains.  The view was delicious and the people were welcoming.  This was a duet of refreshing delight that continued, without fail, throughout my stay.

I rented a darling little house close to town.  It turned out that my “retreat center” had belonged to a wonderful friend who, sadly, moved far away.

I had visited her many times in her little abode.  It felt like coming home to me which made my stay so comfortable. I ate at my favorite dining places, and every shop I went into I ran into old friends or made new ones.

Never miss a sunset when  you’re in the mountains.   I did, by minutes, but the after glow was stunning.  This was my bedtime art.

The next evening was cloudless and rather uneventful, nevertheless just as stunning.  This get-away ended too soon.