Ute canyon was still dressed in the fabric of winter while we were hiking in t-shirts and shorts on an unseasonable warm and absolutely wonderful March morning. The sky was the bluest of blue and the canyon walls a wonderful red while the grass remained a winters brown. Ute Canyon, Colorado National Monument.
Finding room to roam in the Beartooth mountains.
We all need room to roam.
Free of the goal or destination.
A place to enjoy the journey regardless of the outcome.
A place where things just happen.
Almost but not quite. Red Winged Blackbirds are back in town but the shoulder badges on the males are not quite a vibrant red and the sky is still a bit grey and wintery this day. Almost, but not quite, spring is indeed in the air. I can hear this blackbird singing.
fra·cas- a noisy disturbance or quarrel.
That describes the behavior of these two Sandhill Cranes along the banks of the Snake River in Grand Teton National Park to a tee. They were squawking and jumping up and down and running along the bank as only Sandhill Cranes can do.
A young mule deer enjoying a little afternoon nap. A nice siesta on a Friday Afternoon sounds like a pretty good idea this week.
Moving up a ridge in Bryce Canyon with long shadows and those ubiquitous pesky jet trails guiding us towards to the top on a hazy morning hike. Even when seeking solitude those darn jets trails remind us we are not so far away.
Blocked by clouds and geyser steam the late afternoon sun lights the land on fire. Upper geyser basin in Yellowstone National Park.
Sometime life is sharp and crisp and sometimes soft and gooey. The endless patterns in which life arranges itself is a marvel to enjoy. Yellow Fungus enjoying a moist afternoon in the temperate rainforest of the Pacific Northwest. Vancouver Island, CA.
Peeking out from the trail for a view along the Slate River last Saturday morning. The snow was flying and the snow pillows built up on the spruce tress were releasing with the slightest breeze. This made for several close calls along the way but luck was on our side and we did not get dumped on that morning. Photographed with my phone near Crested Butte, CO.
Looking out from Needles area in Canyonlands National Park towards the the La Sal mountains on a somewhat grey and monotone day. It is amazing the colors that still come through even when the sky’s not blue. Utah, USA.
nature has no boss 
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