Capturing the Green in Vail

On this last Scamp through Colorado, I was constantly awed by how green everything was.

Green means water, and in Vail, on one hike, it meant a mud bog hidden under a patch of plants that Sam found irresistible. (I lost a bunch of photos in the switch to my new iPhone, but here it is on Instagram, just before Sam was covered in sticky ooze.)

Vail is one of those places that I’ve avoided because it seemed too stuffy, but the reason a lot of people flock to Vail is because it’s ridiculously pretty.

Even the bridges were green.

Well, there wasn’t a lot of green in this one, so I went with sepia. I’m guessing it’s an old mining cabin.

A more stylized take on the colors.

A storm was rolling in.

P.S. I’m hitting the road this week and heading west, first stop L.A. for another show, then up the coast all the way to Washington. Stay tuned.

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