Almost but not quite. Red Winged Blackbirds are back in town but the shoulder badges on the males are not quite a vibrant red and the sky is still a bit grey and wintery this day. Almost, but not quite, spring is indeed in the air. I can hear this blackbird singing.
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.
We all have our favorites. A steaming mug of hot chocolate, a nip from the flask and sometimes and ice cold beer sure hits the spot but today’s winter warmer features just a hint of orange from that big old ball of fire in the sky.
Something close yet far away.
Time long gone or yet to come.
Primal beauty, evolved beauty.
The sky and sea waving good morning to each other on a grey but beautiful winters day.
As silently as the sun comes up it goes down.
A morning ski on the Blacktail Plateau in Yellowstone National Park. Tracked by nature yet not trampled.
A place where all is one. Where the river meets the sea. I love that this whole landscape is temporal even the sand that forms the bank of the river melts into the sea and then reforms with each ripple of water, each wave and each tidal cycle.
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.
