Older than I and far much wiser this old spruce hunkers down for another evening.
Sometimes words add little.
A day in the forest.
A gentle breeze.
A quiet walk on a summers day.
Where shapes of flowers and the textures of the forest were combined.
Formed the memory of that day.
Looking out into the West Elk WIlderness in central Colorado.
A quiet and relaxed Red Winged Blackbird poses for a quick portrait.
Another one of those days where it felt like we had walked into a old western movie set. Sunny, dry dusty and Turkey Vultures warming their wings in the morning light.
Mallards quacked and warblers warbled. A good day all in all.
Up and over
The wind blows
The clouds move
I stand still
While walking down the trail we felt a little tap on our shoulder. When a tree wants you to sit and have a little conversation it’s time to listen.