We could hear his gurgling call off in the distance as we approach on our XC skis. Perched high above on a dead tree covered in colorful lichen both his vocalizations as well as the colorful branch provided just the right amount of warmth to take the chill of a blustery winter ski.
Yellowstone, NP.
Just imagine spending the day eating one blade at a time. Slim pickings when all the grass is beneath the snow and winter just keeps going on.
Yellowstone National Park 2018.
Dark and light and warm and cold.
Sitting still to feel her moods.
The winter sky had a tale to tell.
Change can come fast or change can come slow.
Morning sunlight peeking through a hole in the clouds provided a bit of warmth on a blustery winter morning.
A winter blue casts down upon the meadows and mountains which make me feel most at home.
A place of many moods which are always open and on display.
We all have our favorites. A steaming mug of hot chocolate, a nip from the flask and sometimes and ice cold beer sure hits the spot but today’s winter warmer features just a hint of orange from that big old ball of fire in the sky.
Reflecting sun and silence on a cold winter day.
Happy Saturday to all.
While peering into the forest behind we were greeted at the forests edge by this Female Ruffed Grouse.
We took a photo or two before the slipped back in to the forest behind.
Yellowstone National Park, fall 2017.
Felling transported back to a time when time was measured in seasons not nanoseconds we sat and watched a Bison graze with thermal pools in the background.
Three trees sit and sing a silent winters song along the Blacktail Plateau. The only other songs we heard that day were those of the Bison talking to each other up on a hill above the trail.
Yellowstone, winter 2018.
nature has no boss 
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