It's the Little Moments.

For one entirely life-changing year, I lived in an apartment on Baldy Mountain, one of many surrounding Breckenridge. The west side of the mountain where I lived gave view to the surrounding mountains on the other side of valley, which were home to Breckenridge Ski Resort. The ski runs are pretty hard to miss in the photos.

One wall of my bedroom was largely made of a sliding glass door which opened west to the mountains. While I was lucky to have the vista views all to myself, there were certainly times when it was a little inconvenient, somehow never having foreseen that an entire wall of windows may in some situations be problematic. In the summer, the westward setting sun would pulverize my bedroom and roast it for hours on end. There was many an evening where I had to wear sunglasses while in my bedroom, just to help block the sun out. Later in the year, winter brought with it single digit temperatures and drafty breezes. But how could I ever really complain? It never failed, usually around dusk or early morning where the distant mountains would put on a show, parading in front of me in quick bursts of beauty that stopped me in my tracks, always coming and going before I truly appreciated what I was seeing. These are a few of those moments where the world stopped for one tiny, infinitesimal second, allowing me a chance to view mother nature in all of her beauty, appreciating the gift of the views she’d given me.