A wonderful Blue Gentain getting cozy with an Orange Painted Brush up on a hillside in Rustlers Gulch. Crested Butte, CO.
Tag: nature photography
Digitalis
Along the trail on a silent hike the digitalis were ringing strong.
Photographed in a dark yet very green forest.
Hey Mom
What appeared to be a fledgling house wren signing for supper on a summer afternoon. Hey Mom…where’s the grubs.
Have a great weekend.
Waiting for a moment.
Seems like we are always waiting for that moment. A moment that seems to have no beginning and perhaps no ending. Such is the case with trying to photograph bees just taking to flight or just landing. The results are seldom clear but like life itself what is?
Black Headed Grosbeak
A Black Headed Grosbeak calls form atop a tree on a cloudy afternoon.
Just about sunset
The sights, the sounds and the smells all suggest Autumn is fully here. This day was no exception as the sun sets ever earlier and the green grass has long tuned brown.
From behind the bush
Who’s the peeking out from behind the bush?
Well it’s just little old me a Sandhill crane.
Reluctantly, this beautiful rusty red crane eventually moved from behind the bush. She preened and foraged and allowed us a few photos on a late summer afternoon.
Red Rocks Lake National Wildlife Refuge, 2018.
Good as Gold
The Aspen tress are doing their thing and a day spent soaking it up is an experience as good as gold.
Happy fall to all.
A Pikas Song
One of my favorite animals to inhabit the alpine tundra and one I always think of as summer turns to fall is the American Pika. Scurrying about above the tree-line diligently gathering vegetation to stock their winter larder. The Pika is adapted to live year-round in the harsh alpine environment. However tough they may be climate change poses a significant danger to the continued existence of the Pika and in the lower regions of North America have already lost up to 1/3 of their previous habitat to climate change.
It would be a sad day indeed if a hike through the alpine tundra was devoid of a pikas song.
More Flycatching
When I think of an American Robin foraging the picture that comes to mind is a Robin head down focused and ready to pull a wiggling worm form the grass.
This day flies were buzzing about above the river and the Robin was keen to get into the act of flycatchin’.
He would swoop down out of a tree across the the river and grab flies landing either back on a branch or in this case a log along the river back. He looked quite skilled at catching his prey and I will forever have a changed picture of a Robins foraging habits.
nature has no boss 
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