We tend to see more foxes prowling the snowfields of winter than we see each summer. Perhaps it’s the fact our daily schedules are compressed into a similar time period with the days being so short. It’s definitely easier to be out and about at dusk and dawn when the sun does not rise much before 7:30am. and sets at 5:00pm. That’s one good thing abut winter.
Somewhere behind the silence of the snow and lodgepole pines is the sound of clear blue sky. Winter has a special silence that you can hear if you take the time to listen. Yellowstone National Park, Jan 2015.
I really don’t know how you could dress better than this?
Within the silence of the soft sky and fresh snow is the sound of a river which flows ever onward in the cold. Silently around the bend and to the south where the sun is waiting to return one day.
On a silent morning we stopped and spent some time in the heart of a meadow looking out towards the edge. To the northwest, mountains rise as skies clear all the while clouds and snow roll in right above.
With just a slight turn the mood quickly changes with a dusting of white to the north…
…and to the west a river meanders south and heavy clouds lie overhead…
…to the east the hills rolled as the skies above.
As the day progressed the skies cleared and sun shone bright yet what lingers inside is the views towards the meadows edge.
Two trees speaking softly through the mists created by our planets inner heat. Yellowstone National Park.
Just as we turned a corner while skiing on the Blacktail plateau we came across this guy having breakfast. We watched him for a minute but when he stomped his front hoof and gave us a grunt knew it was time for Quick U turn. We did not get to ski to our planned destination but it was a good day nonetheless.
With the tips of a sage bush just poking above the snow a Raven endures the winter winds and cold while searching for the next meal.
From afar a black and white scene yet bursting with color the closer we got.
Happy Friday and a great weekend to all.
A Red Fox on the prowl on a chilly January morning.
It was an overcast morning and difficult to make out the details but it sure looked like there were a handful birds hanging out in a juniper bush as we speed along a quiet road. We decided to turn around and take a quick look and spotted a beautiful trio of Bohemian Waxwings. These three quickly flew off while we were watching but landed just across a small creek in a juniper loaded with berries and a large flock of Waxwings buzzing about in constant motion picking the berries for their morning meal.
It was a whirlwind of activity with birds coming and going, picking berries, and perhaps, just for a small moment, sitting still.
The beautiful colors of these birds were flashing brightly in the dull overcast light and made for quite a show.
The berries and the birds made for a fine start to the day.
nature has no boss 
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