A winters song

On January 29, 2018January 29, 2018 By Mike and Christy6 Comments

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Three trees sit and sing a silent winters song along the Blacktail Plateau. The only other songs we heard that day were those of the Bison talking to each other up on a hill above the trail.

Yellowstone, winter 2018.

Winter Sounds-2

On January 28, 2018January 18, 2018 By Mike and Christy32 Comments

Within the stillness of the fresh new snow is the sound of the trees reflecting on water not yet frozen by mid-winters chill. Along the Moose-Wilson road in Grand Teton National Park.

Big trees and tiny birds

On January 16, 2018January 9, 2018 By Mike and Christy14 Comments

Up and down and up and down. These little birds never cease to amazing me with their constant motion and why do these little birds always choose such big trees?

https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Brown_Creeper/id

http://www.audubon.org/field-guide/bird/brown-creeper

Iron Spring Creek

On January 14, 2018January 8, 2018 By Mike and Christy41 Comments

Iron Spring Creek near Black Sand Basin in Yellowstone National Park on a very, very, black and white day. So black and white that when you convert a photograph taken in color to BW you hardly notice a difference.

Wonder

On January 12, 2018January 8, 2018 By Mike and Christy18 Comments

Wonder.

Have a wonderful weekend.

Crepuscular Friend

On January 4, 2018January 4, 2018 By Mike and Christy10 Comments

Munching the plants and keeping us company as the winter sun begins to rise…our Crepuscular Friend.

Out walking

On December 31, 2017December 31, 2017 By Mike and Christy33 Comments

Put on the jacket and head outside. Nothing like a little walk in the rain to keep the weekend rolling.

Forest Light: Winter

On December 29, 2017December 9, 2017 By Mike and Christy28 Comments

Winter light shining brightly onto the remains of a once mighty redwood. I am fascinated by the light that is able to creep into the forest and how it changes with the seasons. This light in the dark always seems so difficult to capture and the photos never seem to evoke the feeling of being there. Perhaps some things are better left alone or maybe a fool that persists in his folly will someday take that magic photo.