Seeing variations on a theme along the trails we hike. Similar shapes yet different colors on fully display in white, yellow and purple. Each color selected over time to keep the wildflowers flowing, bees buzzing and the forest just that much more beautiful.
Nature in action.
In fields wet with moisture the wild iris are blooming like crazy this year. It is amazing how some years there are so few but when it rains more than usual they explode. They bloom for a few days then dry up and quickly disappear. Nature playing hide and seek.
There is always a landscape within the landscape and that’s a beautiful thing.
A full moon rises over the grassy hills on a silent night. No wind and just light clouds. The sun sets, the moon rises and spring finds it’s way.
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.
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.
As silently as the sun comes up it goes down.
Built form the earth and carved by the sea.
Nature’s a fortress protecting me.
Infinite possibilites as Cottonwood leaves swirl in the breeze with Cottonwood seeds. A visual demonstration of the circle of life.
The golden glow of the Aspens in the morning light.
Two chickadees singing a-dee-dee-dee with a nuthatch honking as the leaves rustle in the breeze.
The crows gurgling and woodpeckers pecking in the distance.
Sights and sounds of the forest on a morning hike.
