
Last weekend we watched numerous crows scooting, slipping and sliding around on the frozen lake ice looking for food. They kept cawing to each other and it sure looked like they were having a great time.

Last weekend we watched numerous crows scooting, slipping and sliding around on the frozen lake ice looking for food. They kept cawing to each other and it sure looked like they were having a great time.
This guy almost got away with it. While we were photographing a bison in front of us this guys came slinking behind us trying as hard as possible not to be noticed but alas we got a glimpse of him in the corner of our eye. He sure was trying hard and the look in his eyes whispered to us…You don’t see me. Yellowstone National Park.
We could hear this raven cawing, cackling and making a variety of gurgling sounds as we skied towards Black Sand Basin. When we finally met up with her she was perched in an old tree decorated with lichen and moss just as a slight snow flurry began to interrupt an otherwise monotone grey and overcast day. It’s always fun to follow the call of a Raven. Yellowstone, NP.

In the Winter trees I see meaning beyond words. Fractal Patterns exposed.
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