This is not the kind of image I would normally shoot. Hard light laid low across dry foliage in a high meadow at the end of a long summer. This place was once home to a small verdant stream winding through a lush meadow between two forested ridges. That was before fire leveled this mountain treasure. It’s current state seemed to echo my momentary condition of recovery and healing. I came here deep in thought about my encounter with the Omicron variant, life struggles, afflictions, tragedies and everything that this moment was not. But this place slowly calmed the hurricane in my head. Here I stood, alone, at 7,000 feet in a dry meadow, on an October, Covid, afternoon. I am grateful for life.