Two beautiful red-sandstone buttes weathered by eons of winds and rain sail along telling a tales of days gone by. The old west and much much more exposed in layers of earth and a sea of sky.
An American Bittern forages for an afternoon meal along the edge of the water where the colors of bird and marsh meld into one. Even the Bittern’s funky yellow-green legs seem to mirror the changing fall colors of the cattails along the ponds edge. Camouflage is a wonderful thing.
A setting sun and a risen moon each contributing a special light to an expansive landscape.
Many, if not most, of the photographs we post on this site and much of the the enjoyment we get from being part of nature is the result of the extensive network of public lands we as Americans possess. These lands have always been and are currently under attack. The Film Public Trust is worth watching and one we hope you will pass along to others.
We had not seen a Green Tailed Towhee all summer so it was quite a pleasure to see one of these secretive birds in the distance a week or two ago.
Cottonwood trees, canyon walls and a fine blue sky. Life finds a way where water flows.
Beauty and geology were both inherent and walked hand in hand across the landscape on a fine fall day.
As the wind blew the earth sang.
Shapes were shaped and colors were born.
Time walked ever on.
Clouds gather above the butte yet only a sprinkle of rain.