All puffed out and looking a wee-bit sleepy a Golden Crowned Kinglet rests after a cold winters night just a month or so ago. Mainly a bird that resides in the tree-top and is always on the move it was nice to get a glimpse of them resting down low. I bet the cold winters morning slowed them down this day.
As the sun rose the moon set.
A silent rhythm heard.
And so the day began.
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.
While not my typical triple Americano a beautiful mountain sunrise warms the bones and gets the day off to a great start just like a fine cup of joe.
Neither here not there but both at once.
A journey to a timeless place.
Feels like being home.
A little drop of color on an otherwise very grey day.
Looking out at slices and slices of the diverse landscape in Yellowstone. From big open skies and snow capped mountains framed by hot springs and trees. All littles slices that come together to make this place unique. A fine winter day indeed.
There are times when it feels like the limbs of trees are reaching out like tentacles not to capture you but draw you in to the forest. To spend some time and keep those old trees company.
To do a little dance and move through the forest without noise.
To summon you up into the tree tops and breathe in the air.
just like tentacles.
Finding a little breathing room while looking out into the Pacific ocean. Breathing in space and breathing out stuff.
Space Therapy.
Yashica A TLR and Kodak Tmax 100 iso film.
Enjoying the beauty of a winters day.
nature has no boss 
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