The fur on the Pronghorn has become paler as winter progressed and now they move through the snow covered grasslands like ghosts with eyes that keep track on your every move. Like ghosts moving through the snowy landscape.
Tag: black and white
A late winter bouquet
A midwinter monochrome bouquet picked from a selection of last summers wildflowers. Distant yet still fresh in our minds.
This years crop will be poking up in the blink of an eye as the sun rises higher in the sky with each passing day and will appear, not in monochrome but full color, and after a long cold winter a little color is a fine thing.
Enjoy the silence as spring will be hear soon.
Towards Utah
Up on the rim of Pollack Canyon looking towards Utah from the spine of a sandstone ridge. Wispy clouds roll across the sky on an early spring afternoon in the high desert near Fruita, CO.
Alone on the ridge
Alone on a small ridge this Ponderosa Pine grew strong and tall despite the wind and snow.
Taking shelter from the storm
But in this case the shelter comes with you. An American Bison, with a wonderfully adapted coat, waiting out a day of snow in Yellowstone National Park this winter.
like tentacles
There are times when it feels like the limbs of trees are reaching out like tentacles not to capture you but draw you in to the forest. To spend some time and keep those old trees company.
To do a little dance and move through the forest without noise.
To summon you up into the tree tops and breathe in the air.
just like tentacles.
Breathing Room
Finding a little breathing room while looking out into the Pacific ocean. Breathing in space and breathing out stuff.
Space Therapy.
Yashica A TLR and Kodak Tmax 100 iso film.
