1.22.2020

The Park, Glacier National Park


as the sun nears the horizon


snow shows off the beach boulders in a different way


without sunlight the rocks colors are muted, appealing in a earth toned way


reflections are day dream beauties


tucked into that far off canyon, it is snowing

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1.11.2020

Winter Crystals


morning treasures
 

formed in the cold of night
 

they call my creek home
 

in their short lived life
 

often the crystals evaporate, take flight, disappear throughout the day
even though the temperature is below freezing
so interesting


moon shadows on the snow
our recent full moon

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12.20.2019

Winter Begins, NW Montana


Autumns often deep cold days
inspired the spirit and stance of hibernation early for me


the forest cloaked in snow is lovely 
with a deep sense of quiet


the little birds still come to me
inspiring joy and calm all at once

this mountain chickadee has a much narrower head than most of them 


sweet black capped chickadee
landing for a sunflower seed


chestnut-backed chickadee

These are the three chickadees that visit me

and then there is the nuthatch:


if it weren't for the tiny birds
a winter hush would be throughout the land

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lovely holidays to you and yours

Sweet Solstice to one and all!

slowly our days will become longer......

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12.02.2019

Seasonal Glimpses


sweet little mountain chickadee


autumn raindrops


It has been a very cold autumn, more like winter cold.
snow a number of times
has come and gone

I love how the snow reveals who has walked by
in this case an elf....

(or possibly a skunk)


Ponderosa tree bark
artful and beautiful


occasional snowflakes


 as well as
beautiful frost

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9.12.2019

Such a Wonderful Critter Summer


On a hike...
this massive guy was napping in the woods
we got to see him stand up and just be.....
he stood still for a very long time


driving through the mountains
seemingly 
at the top of the world
endless huge beauty
(B7 Pillar)


this mountain chickadee
sat/stood a foot from me
on this branch for quite a long time
at first I thought it wanted seed (see my last post)
but it did not take any
so we simply stood and listened and looked
and relaxed into the day


In the woods, off trail, taking to heart the details of forest life. Spying a sylvan mushroom, brightly colored red. I must take it's portrait, a photograph. But how to get through the tangle of downed trees, scramble of branches. Ducking this and that, making my way to it, I hear a sound and look up to see a little tree squirrel scrambling up a spruce tree, with the mushroom, the very same mushroom in it's mouth, twice as big as the squirrels head. Up up up the tree trunk and then lays it on a branch to age and dry. The squirrel nearly flies to the earth in search of it's next foraged meal. 

What are the chances of that! The squirrel got to and took the mushroom before me. Still inspires a smile, as I remember. It was quite dark in the forest or I would have tried to video that busy squirrel for you.  
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Lovely end of summer 
(or winter) to you!
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