When the sound that makes the silence becomes to hard to hear.
When more effort is spent blocking out instead of taking in
The great silence will be lost.

When the sound that makes the silence becomes to hard to hear.
When more effort is spent blocking out instead of taking in
The great silence will be lost.


October light brightens the morning as a Red Winged Blackbird perches in a bush of golden leaves. The leaves were falling just as fast as the colors were fading from the wings of this beautiful bird.

Hey daddy-o what’s up?
Just hanging out enjoying the flowers in the garden.
Given the huge number of species might explain why we see them running about everywhere in the yard and often in the house all the time.

A Dusky Grouse keeping quiet while waiting for us to move along as we walked through the cottonwood trees in the creek bed. Seeing these birds move through the dry leaves and into the cottonwood trees with colors so similar to their own just makes a fall day feel…just like fall.
Floating, shifting shapes,appearing and disappearing. Sometimes the life of a cloud seems just right.

We had not seen a Green Tailed Towhee all summer so it was quite a pleasure to see one of these secretive birds in the distance a week or two ago.

Where they came from and where they are going is an age old question.
It seems like we have always photographed Western Meadowlarks in spring and early summer but never in autumn so seeing a few hanging out on fence posts one afternoon singing away was a treat especially in their fall plumage.

Older than I and far much wiser this old spruce hunkers down for another evening.
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