Dad and I woke up to a beautiful misty day at Cliff House. Below us the town of Castle Rock was shrouded in a soft, silver, billowy mist. The torrential rain has stopped just south of Denver where we are, but the torrent of media coverage is unending.
The subjects in the photos we’re sharing with you are not outstanding in themselves. What is truly unreal about them is their presence at all in this part of Colorado this time of year. Long overdue is our crisp, clean, clear air of Autumn.
Cliff House has only small pools of standing water left after seven days of fairly constant rain. As a Colorado native, I can say I’ve never experienced this amount of rain without the promise of sunshine. I hope our images shed a warm and bright light on all of you concerned about the folks here who are suffering through this difficult and uncertain time.