A morning ski on the Blacktail Plateau in Yellowstone National Park. Tracked by nature yet not trampled.
Wether you take the long way around or just jump across.
When you cross the chasm you soon forget you are on the other side.
Colors rise and then they fade
Quietly as a gentle breeze blows
A new day
Just about everywhere we have gone this fall we have a the Townsend’s Solitaire as our companion. Wether sitting in coniferous tree-tops belting out their wonderful and at times complex tunes, perched in a Juniper bush giving a call claiming their domain or just sitting silently giving us the eye we have enjoyed having them around.
October light brightens the morning as a Red Winged Blackbird perches in a bush of golden leaves. The leaves were falling just as fast as the colors were fading from the wings of this beautiful bird.
Where they came from and where they are going is an age old question.
Dramatic skies contrast with gentle golden grasses whispering change is on the way.
Another one of those days where it felt like we had walked into a old western movie set. Sunny, dry dusty and Turkey Vultures warming their wings in the morning light.
And around again.
So it goes.
Ah, So it goes.