Winter light shining into the ancient forests. Somehow we seem to always find the beam of light that is focused upon a beautiful old stump or perhaps the stump finds us.
Not really sure which way it works but we really feel at home when taking that walk in the woods.
Even looking into the sun on a cold winters afternoon did little to warm the body.
A little inspiration provided by a silent yet strong tree growing in the barren dry hills of western Colorado near the Utah border. When the going gets tough the tough keep growing.
The Aspen tress are doing their thing and a day spent soaking it up is an experience as good as gold.
Trees in threes.
Just seem to please the eye.
As well as instill a sense of wonder and awe.
Catkins emerge like caterpillars crawling from a tree. One after another glowing in the forest light.
One after another springing to life.
Another sign spring has sprung.
While walking down the trail we felt a little tap on our shoulder. When a tree wants you to sit and have a little conversation it’s time to listen.
In the Winter trees we may see meaning beyond words.
Fractal Patterns exposed.
Golden fall colors reflecting upon a very calm lake. Silence is golden.
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.
nature has no boss 
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