Listening to the light as it peeks into forests that were dark as night only weeks ago.
Hearing shadows say a new season is on the way.
Light and dark meet to melt creeks.
With brighter light comes brighter shadows.
Cold snow and warm shadows bring a treat to end the day.
When the wind blows hard it’s all about holding on.
March tends to be a windy month and this day was no exception. A female Red Winged Blackbird holding on to a somewhat smallish cattail as the March wind blows. Looking forward to those April showers.
As the sun heads towards the horizon a group of American Bison head west towards that setting sun.
Snow still covers the ground spring is on the way.
Hope your weekend is going well and don’t forget to set those clocks ahead.
Two small streams meet to become one as winter flows towards spring.
Yellowstone National Park.
I have always found it just a little more difficult to get excited about geology than the life sciences. Maybe it is how we have come to define life or maybe the story the earth has to tell is just a bit slower and more quiet than others being told these days. However, as we skied our way past stories like thee it was hard not to look and listen with full attention.
A Canyon carved by a mighty river replete with pinnacles and basaltic columns.
Basaltic columns sandwiched between layers of rock, earth and snow.
What looked like a mud encrusted cliff had a story hidden inside…
and yes life does test things out again and again.
It was a fifty-fifty day.
We skied in clouds that threatened but never brought snow. Drove through sunny skies when were expecting snow and just when we thought the we would miss out on the storms the clouds rolled in fast yet blue sky remained above.
A beautiful way to end the day with the sagebrush glowing and winds blowing in a fresh layer of snow.
Within the silence of the soft sky and fresh snow is the sound of a river which flows ever onward in the cold. Silently around the bend and to the south where the sun is waiting to return one day. Yellowstone National Park, 2015.
Looks like Duck or Goose may be on the menu as a Coyote prowls the banks of the Platte River in search of a meal.
Denver, CO.
Dark and light and warm and cold.
Sitting still to feel her moods.
The winter sky had a tale to tell.
Change can come fast or change can come slow.
Morning sunlight peeking through a hole in the clouds provided a bit of warmth on a blustery winter morning.
nature has no boss 
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