FOR BRIAN

The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
     Hath had elsewhere its setting,
          And cometh from afar:
     Not in entire forgetfulness,
     And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
     From God, who is our home.

William Wordsworth

 B.C.C. February 14, 1953- January 19, 2010

watercolor 13x20 inches on Arches 140 cold press

Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, 

answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains. 

Kahlil Gibran

NOT JUST BULL

I know it's old news, but we're still up to our rumps in snow.

The bull of the place (my DH) is feeling much, much better.

Thanks for your kind concern.

photos of the elk herd wintering in Jackson Hole, Wyoming

DRAWING WITH LIGHT

It was seven in the morning but still DARK thanks to that lazy sun still vacationing down south.  A big snow storm went through last night and flakes were still falling when I took a walk to the park.  The city workers had already cleared the path.

Neighbor guys who would normally be trying to sleep in were up early clearing snow using their four-wheelers with plow attached. They were zooming all over the place using the snow-plow excuse to play in the fresh powder.  They have so much fun at their task that they even move snow that doesn't need to be moved.

Taking photos at that time of day is a challenge.  There is the choice of using a flash and a wide open lens like my first picture.  Or set the shutter for s-l-ow and try to hold still for a couple of seconds.

Of course with no tripod the results get a little smeary.  

What the heck, take advantage of the situation.

I'll call this one.  

"Ice patch!-- AAAAAAAAAH!--Crash"

This one is

"AAAAAAAAA!--Loop-de-loop--Crash"

This one is, 

"Dodging Traffic That is Skidding on Ice"

Enough of that.  

Better walk back home before the students wake up and try to drive in this stuff.