
As the wind blew the earth sang.
Shapes were shaped and colors were born.
Time walked ever on.
As the wind blew the earth sang.
Shapes were shaped and colors were born.
Time walked ever on.
Unseen but ever present the wind works its magic, sculpting rock into magnificent works of art.
Peeking at each other through the long fall grass and sagebrush in Yellowstone NP. I always marvel at how an animals fur matches their environment and the subtle changes that occur from place to place within a single species. This Coyote seem to perfectly match the sage and grass in which they live.
A golden pronghorn walk through golden grasses where plant and animal are one.