In Carson City, as Jerry and I walked down the street toward the Capitol, we first caught sight of the splendid dome through a framing of trees. The city is a lovely one, set at 5000 feet, and less than half an hour’s drive from Lake Tahoe. The valleyed city gives to broad meadows, run against high mountains that in the winter are snow-drenched and provide some of the country’s finest skiing.
As we approached the capitol building, a gentleman was lowering both the American and the Nevada flag, and when Jerry inquired of the tour hours, he was told the building had just closed. We were a trifle disappointed, but spent most of an hour walking around the building and through the gardens. I was entranced by the many arches, and the shadows cast by the late afternoon light.
There were numerous flower beds, and once as I stood gazing, a bird flew by and lighted on a fluttering, lacy tree. Feathery vines had wrapped selected arches, and they were so attractive, I snapped scores of times.
Is that not most splendid!
…and one more…can’t help myself.