above the ridge

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While the weather posed no threat the clouds just seemed to grow and grow as the day went on.

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And although the landscape was brilliant the combination of earth and sky called out to be seen as one. The ridge-line and sky combined to become the one that they already are.

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Above the ridge,

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the ridge the clouds call home.

Listening for Grey Jays

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With the silence only punctuated by a infrequent call of a pair of Grey Jays we walked through the grasses and lodgepole pines on a fall day with the sun veiled by cloud yet still somewhat present.

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Listening for a deer or perhaps a bear the forest remained silent. Even the tall dry grasses stood still as statues.

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Just when you thought it could not get any quieter a Grey Jay would call one of their various calls but were never seen, only heard. as we walk through the forest and meadows that day.

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Footnote: The Grey Jays is now Officially called the Canada Jay but Grey Jay just felt appropriate on this slightly grey and very quiet fall afternoon.