
This wasn’t the biggest iceberg in the pond but boy oh boy the evening light sure made it special. Photographed while kayaking in Sermilik Fjord, East Greenland, August 2013.

This wasn’t the biggest iceberg in the pond but boy oh boy the evening light sure made it special. Photographed while kayaking in Sermilik Fjord, East Greenland, August 2013.

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.

Neither here not there but both at once.
A journey to a timeless place.
Feels like being home.

Alone on a small ridge this Ponderosa Pine grew strong and tall despite the wind and snow.

A little drop of color on an otherwise very grey day.

Looking out at slices and slices of the diverse landscape in Yellowstone. From big open skies and snow capped mountains framed by hot springs and trees. All littles slices that come together to make this place unique. A fine winter day indeed.

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.
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