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 a small ridge this Ponderosa Pine grew strong and tall despite the wind and snow.
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.
Enjoying the beauty of a winters day.
A quiet morning spent admiring a group of Male Rocky Mountain Bighorn Sheep.
There were four or five hanging out this morning sometimes grouped together and sometimes spaced apart. Like a typical group of boys they we always eying each other and taking little jabs in oh so subtle ways. Yet, as is usually the case, no scuffles occurred that day.
It was a pleasure to have this time to get to know this very handsome group of guys.