A morning ski on the Blacktail Plateau in Yellowstone National Park. Tracked by nature yet not trampled.
Tag: philosophy
A Cold Fog
Sometimes it’s warm and foggy and other times it’s cold and foggy. This was a morning the earth could see it’s breath and I was looking for an extra layer to wear under my old down jacket.
At Forests Edge
Waiting at the forests edge
The valley filled with fog
Go don’t go
In a mile the sun comes out
More Winter Light
Winter light shining into the ancient forests. Somehow we seem to always find the beam of light that is focused upon a beautiful old stump or perhaps the stump finds us.
Not really sure which way it works but we really feel at home when taking that walk in the woods.
Cottonwood and Sun
Even looking into the sun on a cold winters afternoon did little to warm the body.
Out walking
Put on the jacket and head outside. Nothing like a little walk in the rain to keep the weekend rolling.
Seasons Greetings
Wishing you all a very merry Christmas and a happy holiday, even if it’s not a holiday for you, wherever you are on this wonderful planet.
Christy and Mike
Winter Sun
In spite of lacking heat the winter sun still warms the day.
Scruffy
On Saturday at mid-morning we spotted this Coopers hawk tidying up a bit on a broken old Cottonwood branch. He looked like he has had a bit of a rough time lately with his feathers looking downright scruffy. After a half hour or so of preening his feathers were back in fine order and he was off again hunting in nearby woods.
In lost light
A black Capped Chickadee sat singing a-dee-dee-dee in the now lost light of a small local woodlands. Even with the sun at high noon this patch of shrubs remains dimly light. Yet when the chickadee sings the forest feels bright.
nature has no boss 
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