Morning in the desert is a lovely thing.

Full of surprises awakening senses from the fragrances of wet sagebrush to fresh cut alfalfa.

The roadrunner stalking the pigeons with head pointed like an arrow.

The rushing of the river as the Davis Dam releases it's icy load.

The sun hitting the purple mountain range is always a delight to view.

I'm a happy camper in retirement with so much to witness instead of the traffic slowly getting me to work each day.