Glimpses of Summer

drove to the top of Logan Pass

looked east to the majestic mountains

 

waters are dancing down the mountains

huckleberries have begun to ripen

creek water is mesmerizing

seems like billions of flowers

on one stalk of beargrass

tiny flowers are enchanting

walking deep in the forest

where no trail exisits

i found to Orange-capped boletes bathing in the sun

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Summer is certainly here!

Summer is Fruiting

on a gentle breeze

i heard the mountains call to me

in the forest i found berries 

ripe as can be

raspberries 

and 

huckleberries

huckleberries are a treasured food in Montana!

i dinned next to this river

listening to it's song

enjoying the stir of the air that it brought to life

mountain ash offering berries for the birds

splashes of color

for our eyes

savoring each blossom

treasuring the tiny realm

butterflies basked in the sun

enjoying rain after a hot summer

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lovely late summer days to you

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Glimpses of Summer

walking in the forest

(i had never seen a delphinium in the above colors)

tiny, unripe huckleberry

and so it begins.....

fruit

large beaver enjoys a swim

 

who will this spiral become?

 

rains dress our world in gems and light

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The Rookery

hot summer day beckoned
i headed to the forest in search of a rookery a friend told me about
 
from the tree tops

wonderful strange sounds filled the air

the calls of Sand Hill Cranes

*Later: not Sand Hill Cranes, they are Blue Herons*

do you see the chicks head (high center)

i know it is hard to see:

at the base of three different trees i found eggs from the chicks in shades of light blue

the warm day inspired a sweet heavy scent of flowers 

 inside these little bells

was quite a surprise:

and fruit to fill the air

I wandered on

Good Creek:

 old homesteads:

at the above spot.... 

a large crashing sound of a spooked animal filled the air

i think we scared one another

most likely moose or bear

and beautifully colored mushrooms

 

I hope you enjoyed your wander with me. 

I sure did. 

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thank you Elaine
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Lovely Solstice to One and All

 we now enter the season 

Summer

baby fruits have begun their journey

in a month or so to become

a huckleberry!

Lovely Solstice to one and all!

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Tucked at your Ankles

wind is howling through the forest
reminiscent of a raging river
yet tucked at the ankles of trees
my experience is more the wispy caress
of a breeze

my spirit mingles with the land
like fingers of trickling water
seeping into the earth
hair flying with the wind
makes the sky my dancing friend

dark chocolate and huckleberries in my mouth
I close my eyes
there is nowhere else
I would rather be

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