There’s no escaping and no mistaking this time of year. Early December, high noon, without a cloud in the sky, yet the sun casts long shadows upon a male Red-winged Blackbird with wing-bar colors faded to only a pale yellow. Short days and long shadows. A calendar and perhaps a metaphor.
Between the clouds, the wind and even a little snow, sunlight adds a bit of contrast to it all.
Older than I and far much wiser this old spruce hunkers down for another evening.
Sometimes words add little.
A quiet walk on a summers day.
Where shapes of flowers and the textures of the forest were combined.
Formed the memory of that day.
Looking out into the West Elk WIlderness in central Colorado.
A quiet and relaxed Red Winged Blackbird poses for a quick portrait.
Another one of those days where it felt like we had walked into a old western movie set. Sunny, dry dusty and Turkey Vultures warming their wings in the morning light.
Mallards quacked and warblers warbled. A good day all in all.
While walking down the trail we felt a little tap on our shoulder. When a tree wants you to sit and have a little conversation it’s time to listen.