A frosty November morning out at the Monte Vista National Wildlife Refuge. With the wetlands frozen over we thought the birding was going to be poor this morning but just as we were about to drive away the Sandhill Cranes arrived.
While standing on flat ground the wind blown grass in the foreground made it feel like I was moving up across and over this ancient volcano mound. Near Soapstone Prairie in Northern Colorado.
Looking out from camp on a cloudy afternoon after a wet day of kayaking in the Acous Peninsula, British Columbia. I love the repetitive pattern of kelp, black rock, white rock that is prevalent in the landscape in this region because even cloudy days are filled with color.
Obscured by clouds and firmly in the southern sky it’s time to let go those summer dreams and do a little dance for the snow to fly. Early November always feels like a long wait for winter and an even longer wait for summer.
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