images as thoughts
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.
A ponderosa pine strong and silent sits high upon the Blacktail Plateau.
Welcome to October.
The Aspen tress are doing their thing and a day spent soaking it up is an experience as good as gold.
Happy fall to all.
The setting sun behind burnt trees shimmering silver on the Norris river in Yellowstone National Park.
With the bottom of their acorn vault looking depleted a pair of Acorn Woodpeckers makes their way towards the top shelf of their tree. The first one confidently leading the way as if saying follow me. I love the colors and the button eyes of these guys.
Alone on a small ridge this Ponderosa Pine grew strong and tall despite the wind and snow.
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.
