
There are days when the skies are silent and other days it sings.
Today it sang a symphony and it was music to my eyes.
Happy Friday and wishing you a wonderful weekend.

There are days when the skies are silent and other days it sings.
Today it sang a symphony and it was music to my eyes.
Happy Friday and wishing you a wonderful weekend.

In the Winter trees we may see meaning beyond words.
Fractal Patterns exposed.

Dawn light and wintery peaks captured with the old black Holga. Getting up early isn’t all that bad sometimes.

Starting out on foot on a trail we would usually be cross country skiing at this time of year. Needless to say that while the mountain tops are indeed covered in snow things below are still bone dry. Nonetheless it was a nice hike as that harsh and contrasty solstice light provided just enough warmth to keep us marching along.

Big views of distant peaks and a canyon where the Yellowstone river flows.

Dry grass and a rock lined ridge pointed the way as a late morning start quickly dissolved into afternoon.

Long shadows on a short day as we wound are way back home.
Bone dry but we hope that all changes soon.

Time laid bare as layers of rock on the mountain behind and an old skeleton of Juniper lies on the rocks below.

Peeking out of a small slot canyon as the sun begins its daily decline. Soft clouds, juniper and rocks above as another day comes to a close.

It felt like walking into an old western movie. High noon, a parched landscape, junipers, tumbleweed and a herd of wild burro roaming a landscape of bluffs, buttes and canyons.
Wishing you a wonderful weekend and happy wandering.
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