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.
The long view
Between the clouds, the wind and even a little snow, sunlight adds a bit of contrast to it all.
A day in the forest.
A gentle breeze.
In the forest
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.
A quiet and relaxed Red Winged Blackbird poses for a quick portrait.
The old west: reprise
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.
A good day.
Mallards quacked and warblers warbled. A good day all in all.
When trees talk
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.
Late March Skies where a faint song of spring is in the sky yet winter sings along.
You never know what will be over the horizon. Snow, rain or a cloudless bluebird sky.
Snow in the mountain yet the geese fly north.
Yes, Spring is indeed in the air.
Not exactly the soft cozy type on which to lay your head but soft and inviting nonetheless.
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