As the sun rose, the little town of Jerome, Arizona was bathed in the most beautiful morning colors. It was a difficult choice to make: watch the sun rise, or turn in the other direction and watch the town glow and come to life. I chose to do both.
Even the view from a bicycle on top of a truck was spectacular.
The weather was perfect...not too chilly, but not late enough in the day to be warm. These are the images, the stories, that I encountered as I walked down the hill and back.
I hope you enjoyed the walk. My next assignment is to figure out how quickly I can get back to Jerome.