images as thoughts
A day spent winding your way through open spaces is indeed a day well spent. From morning encounters with resting Elk to views of the mountains beyond.
The mid-day sun shines bright but a gentle breeze blows to cool things down.
As mid-day passes to afternoon the clouds begin to build and signal it’s time to go down.
Wishing you a wonderful weekend and perhaps some time in your favorite space.
Painted Brush also called Indian Paint Brush has been blooming thick this summer in mountain meadows and sage-lands alike. It is one of our favorite wildflowers and comes in so many colors it begs the question of which we like best. Todays flavor is orange but that is certainly subject to change.
An even bigger question is do you order a single scoop, a double scoop or….
just sit down at the edge of the meadow and and enjoy the whole carton.
You know that spot. The one you stop at and look at every time. Not the most spectacular or mind boggling landscape but the one that just makes you stop. I am sure we all have one or two or maybe three. They nourish and bring peace. They make the world have sense and meaning. You know that spot and it knows you.
Everywhere I go that spot seems to be in trouble. How can we help?
While not my typical triple Americano a beautiful mountain sunrise warms the bones and gets the day off to a great start just like a fine cup of joe.
After a bit of a ski/hike through Biscuit Basin a nice treat awaits by continuing the journey up to mystic falls in Yellowstone National Park.
With the valley below dressed in a fresh of white Mt Moran soars above the lifting fog on a sunny winter morning.
Seeing through a brief moment in time.
The brief moment when the clouds have cleared.
Yes, sometimes just a glimpse is enough.
Enough to satisfy and provide clarity.
