While watching a nice herd of mule deer one young Doe stood out and she was all ears and eyes. Morrison, CO.
Without words much is said.
By not knowing much is known.
A wondrous morning begins in the hills of the Lamar Valley.
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.
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.
Alone on a small ridge this Ponderosa Pine grew strong and tall despite the wind and snow.