images as thoughts
There are those places where it is said there are only three seasons, July, August and winter. While perhaps not always that way, this year, spring arrived late to this high mountain valley and when it arrived it was a welcome sight indeed.
Grass grew and flowers bloomed just like it always has.
Early June 2018
Stepping back and slowing down.
Symmetry between sea and sky.
Wandering the ponds and grasslands of Arapahoe National Wildlife Refuge on a quiet day and finding what we came for.
A quiet day.
Looking back and enjoying what was and what will be.
Winter was winter this year as a golden sunset brings a glow to the rapidly melting landscape nearby.
Although we have had a nice bevy of spring snows this year the sun rapidly comes out afterwards and thus with each passing snow comes a quick melt down. On a recent walk we took the time to sit and watch the snow melting over a creek which by the way is better than watching paint dry or water boil especially given the fact that “a watched pot never boils”.
This day the sun and the snow combined to create the musical score written in the snow and sung by the creek.
The sound was sweet and random yet patterned nonetheless.
Within the silence of the soft sky and fresh snow is the sound of a river which flows ever onward in the cold. Silently around the bend and to the south where the sun is waiting to return one day. Yellowstone National Park, 2015.
