The sun breaking through the clouds to reflect on itself on a cold winters day in the upper geyser basin of Yellowstone National Park.
Remnants of fall on a winter day bringing feelings of spring. Perhaps it was the color or warm sun above.
Something close yet far away.
Time long gone or yet to come.
Primal beauty, evolved beauty.
A little tribute to a good friend that we often hear singing from the junipers and shrubs which line the fields close by. Dark-eyed Juncos keep us company rain or shine and through wind and snow.