An infrequent sighting on our local pond was this Red Breasted Merganser. When we arrived he was off in the distance head tucked and floating as he snoozed on a chilly morning. After watching him, as well as the hoodies and shovelers on the pond for an hour or so, he woke up swam around a bit, dove for some crawfish and flew away. Luckily he swam our way and we were able get a good look at a good looking bird and snap a few photos.
A male Redheaded Duck enjoying the late afternoon sun on a chilly winter afternoon.
Used my sunglasses as a filter and a photo jojo wide angle lens on my iphone to look into the sun and photograph this lovely cottonwood on a recent hike.
A Wilsons Phalarope enjoying the good life. Water, flowers and blue sky above. Not a bad combination and a bit of a mid-winters break as well.
Winter light shining into the redwoods along the the Navarro river in Northern California. Somehow I seem to always find the beam of light that is focused upon a beautiful old stump or the stump finds me. Not really sure which way it works but I really enjoy the feeling of being in these forests.
A white faced Ibis flying over the reeds looking for their nest. Last spring we came across a large nesting site of Ibis, perhaps 300 in total were hidden in the reeds below. Todays warm weather in Colorado with a predicted temperature of 70 F has me wishing for springtime and the return of birds, but I know better. So until late April, early May, browsing through last springs photos will have to suffice.
Snow, water and light combine to make a wonderful sight. Photographed on the banks of the Firehole river in Yellowstone National Park while skiing towards Lone Star Geyser on a sunny winters morning.
Winter sharing its wonders in a small package.
A Brandt Goose assessing the conditions out at sea on a stormy day on the pacific coast. Not sure if he was looking to fly or swim but he looked around for a minute or two then hunkered down to wait out the storm as the rain fell in sheets.
At least once per winter we find ourselves skiing through a willow field on a grey cloudy day and every time I am beckoned by some force to stop and take a photo looking through the willows out into that grey winter sky. Something about this place just says winter in a way that hits home to me. No moose this time either.
nature has no boss 
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