On a fine day late last fall the earths steam seemed to melt into sky.
Grand Prismatic Spring.
Without words much is said.
By not knowing much is known.
A wondrous morning begins in the hills of the Lamar Valley.
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.
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.