The Colorado River is birthed in the Rocky Mountains. Here, it is little more than a stream through a swampy wetland full of mosquitoes.
"He was born in the summer of his 27th year Coming home to a place he'd never been before He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again You might say he found a key for every door" -John Denver, Rocky Mountain High
I captured this at dawn at Folly Beach, SC. The sun was just rising over the horizon, giving everything a gorgeous orange glow, contrasting heavily with the deep, rich blues reflecting from the western sky.
