When it all gets fuzzy and memories fade away it’s time to go again
and while a photograph is worth 1,000 words the journey required none.
Photographs of Iceland, 2013
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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