A lonely 'berg in the middle of a frigid mountain stream? It almost appears so. However, barely visible in the lower right of the lonely pile of snow, a glimpse of a rock can be seen.
Steely blackish grey water swirls all around the strong boulder in this middle of this swiftly moving water. White snow gives the rock purpose - to allow the snowflakes to pile up throughout the winter. A magpie might even enjoy this plateau of snow as a temporary perch.
A mid afternoon snow shoe along Lake Catamount in Routt County, gave me the ability to shrug off the mid winter blues. Even in times of "just walking around", Mother Nature never disappoints.
Come late March and early April, as waters grow with the thaw, the fury of the melt will wash away this 'berg.
"ambling, rambling, making its' way along the frozen shores, snow piles
listen to the sound of deft flakes of frozeness falling from the heavens
landing gently on the rocks, which have seen the test of time and mighty trout."
ann mcarthur 1/27/14
Every picture tells a story. Pull up a chair, lend us an ear, and let your imagination take you on an adventure.
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Monday, January 27, 2014
Monday, November 11, 2013
Fishing the Elk River - Ann Style
Ann does most of the writing for this blog, just as she is doing at this moment. We've worked out a keen deal where John captures the images, and Ann weaves the words to tell a story about the photograph. So, today, Ann, in her third person present, will tell you about the purpose of the fish hat. Our summer was peaceful and we lived on 35 acres of solitude, along the Elk River. Ann, never a fisherman, believed that the purchase of a hat, with a fish on the front, would somehow conjure up the mighty fish spirits. Sadly, she was way off base. Okay, here I am, hat off...the secret is that I (Ann) do not care for fishing. I understand why people are enthralled with the sport though. It's a simple way to become hypnotized with nature, escape the craziness of the world and hope for the tug at the end of the line, and a large trout to burst from the river. I could never get the gist of casting the line. I hooked everything but a fish. So, the hat, while emblazoned with a trout, will suffice as a great outdoor hat, to keep the sun off my head, shade my eyes from bright lights and just for today, make for a good story.
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Clark, CO 80487, USA
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