An evening rain left frozen pools that had just begun to thaw and clouds lingered throughout the day. Yet all in all it was a perfect hike and one just right for seeking solitude.
Canyonlands National Park, Utah.
Tag: philosophy
A brief history of time
Layers of life still alive in the rocks. A history lesson exposed and a story told.
A promise fulfilled
It’s always nice to have something you can count on. Although it may not always occur on your schedule or terms nature always makes good on the promise of spring.
The Herd
Steadily moving along as the sun rises beyond. A herd of Bison trimming the grasslands, maintaining the soil and keeping the ecosystem chugging along.
Yellowstone NP.
On a winter’s day.
This year winter has yet to really visit me or I to visit it.
Bad timing with the jet stream, el nino, global warming or just too much time at work?
Anyway, I just felt the need needed to post a bit of winter today before it has gone for good, well at least this year.
A wonderful winter’s afternoon in Yellowstone National Park, 2013.
Misty Morning Marsh
Although the sky was clear and blue above the morning mist hung heavy on this marsh just off the shores of the Pacific Ocean making for a quiet morning walk. Knowing that the sun would shine and the mist would clear was a nice addition to the day.
The time between
The sky speaks of summer, the wind blows hard and cold and the landscape longs for the snows that have yet to arrive.
The time between winter and spring suggests there are more than four seasons.
Denver, CO.
As the sun set
A pair of Redheaded ducks enjoying the last of the evening light.
As we roll into March the ducks that overwinter on our ponds and rivers are quickly moving back to their summer breeding grounds. How quickly the seasons change and time marches on.
When winter met spring
Late one night winters breath blew and gave us the snow.
In the morning spring awoke bringing us sun and warmth.
When winter meets spring is a fine time of year.
Just an hour or so
Just and an hour or so it seems was all it took for this ephemeral hoar frost to be blown from the branches surrounding a small pond and melted by the morning sun.
Along Clear Creek in Denver CO.
nature has no boss 
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