As silently as the sun comes up it goes down.
Tag: philosophy
Speaking Softly
Two trees speaking softly through the mists created by our planets inner heat. Yellowstone National Park.
Summers remains
Looking back at summer’s remains as winter tightens it’s grip on the landscape. Silent now, yet oh so temporal, the ice will melt and flowers bloom again.
But for now summer remains just a memory of what will be.
Mr Freeze
We saw this guy while out walking on cold foggy morning. He looks charming enough but a gut feeling told me to not get so close that he could wrap his frosty arms around you. I kept him at camera length and admired his beauty and thanked him for allowing us to take a photo.
Grand Teton National Park, WY.
A Fortress
Built form the earth and carved by the sea.
Nature’s a fortress protecting me.
Decembers Light
The mid-December sun, traveling low across southern sky casts long shadows on the icey blue face of a small pond and gently lights the landscape beyond. Decembers light is like no other and helps me keep track of the time like no wall calendar or wristwatch can.
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.
