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



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



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


lovely holidays to you and yours

Sweet Solstice to one and all!

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



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



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
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.  

Lovely end of summer 
(or winter) to you!