While the weather posed no threat the clouds just seemed to grow and grow as the day went on.
And although the landscape was brilliant the combination of earth and sky called out to be seen as one. The ridge-line and sky combined to become the one that they already are.
Above the ridge,
the ridge the clouds call home.
The clouds weighed on the earth like a weight on this October day yet colors sprang forth to brighten the landscape.
Just a bit of snow lingers around the thermal features on Firehole drive although the next round is on its way.
Finding color on a cloudy day where color abounds.
Looking not the least bit scruffy at all with clean beak and perfect feathers. This was one well kept Raven who was more than willing to pose for a a few photos as they enjoyed a sunny perch on a crisp autumn afternoon.
The October clouds just seem to move faster, get bigger and always seem just a bit darker. A time between the bluebird skies of summer and the socked-in days of winter. A little of each yet nothing like either.
October clouds reflected in the Lamar Valley.
Happy Friday and a good weekend to all.
Spending time watching the clouds and light change on at Iron Spring Creek. Autumn grass and sky were on display and ever changing just as the weather was that day.
While looking south the clouds filled then left the sky to various degree in just 15 minutes time.
Then turning to look north the sky was gray and filled with soft clouds…
…but within 15 minutes a bit of blue filled the sky and color filled the landscape at Iron Spring Creek on this early October day.
A Fine looking Bull Elk peeking out from the sagebrush on an early October day. Eating all he can before the rut begins in earnest. We wish him well and a bit of luck when needed.
A ponderosa pine strong and silent sits high upon the Blacktail Plateau.
Welcome to October.
With the silence only punctuated by a infrequent call of a pair of Grey Jays we walked through the grasses and lodgepole pines on a fall day with the sun veiled by cloud yet still somewhat present.
Listening for a deer or perhaps a bear the forest remained silent. Even the tall dry grasses stood still as statues.
Just when you thought it could not get any quieter a Grey Jay would call one of their various calls but were never seen, only heard. as we walk through the forest and meadows that day.
Footnote: The Grey Jays is now Officially called the Canada Jay but Grey Jay just felt appropriate on this slightly grey and very quiet fall afternoon.
Grass browning, trees growing and clouds floating by as another season begins. Just a small slice of a big pie an infinite to be enjoyed.
Happy Autumn.
Or Spring.
nature has no boss 
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