A week or two ago on a Sunday morning just about at a time I would consider brunch time we watched this Muskrat repeatedly climb up and down the river bank picking mouthfuls of grass, carrying them back to the river, swimming along to his favorite spot and them munching away to their hearts content. No endless mimosas at this brunch buffet but the grass sure looked good.
Clear Creek in Denver, CO.
A place where all is one. Where the river meets the sea. I love that this whole landscape is temporal even the sand that forms the bank of the river melts into the sea and then reforms with each ripple of water, each wave and each tidal cycle.
Nature speaks softly at times but a language all can understand.
Yellowstone National Park.
Out skiing the trails through the willows looking for moose to photograph. No luck today but the winter sun and willows are a pleasure nonetheless.
A morning ski on the Blacktail Plateau in Yellowstone National Park. Tracked by nature yet not trampled.
Geese and Mallards enjoying an evening out on a nearby lake as dusk finds its’ way to the end of another day.
Finally the weekend is here.
Denver, CO.
Waiting for the storm to clear felt like forever and a day.
Yet as a storm arrives it brings with it the next sunny day.
Northern California coast.
Looking down the Fire Hole river in YNP on a chilly grey afternoon.
Driving from left to right across the North Cascades.
Remembrances of a road trip now long overdue.
Oh it’s still winter, but even on an early January afternoon you can feel spring inching ever closer. The shadows cast from the trees are still long. There is still plenty of snow on the ground yet change is in the air on this January afternoon.
nature has no boss 
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