Over the past two months, I found myself headed out of Chicago every two weeks, first to see family in Boston, then for a long weekend in Venice Beach, and finally, to visit my brother and his girlfriend at their new place in Colorado, about an hour north of Denver.
It was my first time in the Centennial State, but between the mountains, big open plains and faint smell of cow, it definitely won’t be my last.
ben van loon 
Nice images. We get the cow smell statewide before every snowstorm.