
The fur on the Pronghorn has become paler as winter progressed and now they move through the snow covered grasslands like ghosts with eyes that keep track on your every move. Like ghosts moving through the snowy landscape.

The fur on the Pronghorn has become paler as winter progressed and now they move through the snow covered grasslands like ghosts with eyes that keep track on your every move. Like ghosts moving through the snowy landscape.

A young elk looks up from feeding on a quiet winter day.
A mutual hello and we’re on our way.

Neither here not there but both at once.
A journey to a timeless place.
Feels like being home.

Standing tall, our trusty winter companion named Bunn, a Mountain Cottontail (Sylvilagus nuttallii), scans the surroundings for hints danger or perhaps where to head for her next meal. Bunn typically spends her day feeding on the shrubs nearby or just sitting perched upon a high snow mound.

Alone on a small ridge this Ponderosa Pine grew strong and tall despite the wind and snow.

A Bull Elk grazes away as we take a quick portrait an leave him to go at it. He never really looked up as eating on this winters day was more important than saying hello to a couple of photographers. He does have his priorities in order.

Looking back as a way of looking forward.
Golden light and warmer mornings.
One fine day and one fine morning.
Enjoy your weekend.
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