The snowflakes were flying so hard that even pulling the little point and shoot camera out of my chest pocket resulted in a lens covered in snow after just a few seconds. Nonetheless I gave it a try and these were the results. A small thermal pool on a big snowy day.
Yellowstone NP.
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.
We only see Wood Ducks once or twice each winter and never in the same location. One late afternoon a few weeks ago on a whim we turned into a park that crosses Clear Creek where we have never walked before. Upon arriving at the creek the first Ducks we spotted were this pair of wood ducks. Unfortunately they spotted us as well and moved quickly out of camera range but not before we got a few shots of them enjoying the nice golden light of a winters sunset. After a few shots they flew off into the sunset leaving us with just a glimpse at these beautiful birds. Yet sometimes just a glimpse is good enough.
Clear Creek, Denver CO.
We sat and watched as a large group of Cedar Waxwings moved in and polished of bush after bush of these dark berries in one of our local birding haunts. With just one berry left remaining on this bush this bird pull off a berry and has it just on the tip of their tongue.
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.
Looking a little sly this Male Canvasback seemed to be taking a break form the water yet poised to hop back in while resting at the edge of the ice. Notice the band on this guy, he is special and I wonder what story his band will tell.
Denver, CO.
This dive sure paid off.
After a few cold days there was only a small hole in the ice on one of the local ponds we visit to watch the wintering waterfowl. On this day the fishing was good and a Common Goldeneye hauled in a monster Crayfish and even got away with it before the gulls spotted him. Lucky Duck!
This good looking guy was floating on the local pond near sunset on a cold winter day. We only see Lesser Scaups a few times each winter so we just sat for awhile soaking up that amazing color in his head feathers.
Denver, CO.
Nature speaks softly at times but a language all can understand.
Yellowstone National Park.
nature has no boss 
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