Who? Us?

Although we are in the throws of winter,  looking through the catalog of previous pictures allows me to find shots that I put aside, for no particular reason.

During one of the many walks my wife and I took on the 35 acres of land we called home during the summer and fall season, some of our constant yet elusive neighbors made an appearance. 

Imagine our surprise, while rounding a corner, to suddenly be sharing the same wooded space, each enjoying a warm day, taking it all in, knowing that old man winter was slowly making his way towards us. 

These youngsters seemed rather brave, in addition to  being curious, which explains why they did not run off.  Rather, they stood for a few moments, allowing me to get a few photographs of them.  Nature seems to set the terms for encounters; although man might think to the contrary.

Regardless - this trio obliged me, and after a few moments, we all continued on our afternoon jaunt.

Both Sides Now

As long as a summer nap is, the season changed.  It's fall, or so the weathermen say, but we awoke this morning to a dusting of snow; a reminder that summer is over, fall really never took hold and that old man winter is knocking at our door.  At the end of our driveway, sits this wonderful old wagon, which our neighbors decorate for holidays.  Today it serves as a model for the photograph.  A passing summer thunderstorm along with a sunset created the wonderful colors for the clouds ebbing and flowing along the valley floor.  Clouds are also part of the scene and always create a unique photograph.
...Photo taken in July, 2013...

"I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's cloud's illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all  ..." Channand & Paul Young
Both Sides Now - Judy Collins
 

A reason for the season...

It's that time of year.  Seasons blend into one another, overlapping at times.  Such is the juxtaposition in this photo.  Early winter snows have blanketed the ground, and a solitary golden Aspen leaf has found a resting spot.  The contrast is glorious. We never tire of photographing and writing about the beauty of nature.  The scenery is always new, always exciting and the words seem to flow effortlessly from our minds to the keyboard. 
keyboard.

"For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;  Ecclesiastes 3:1-22 "