Sunday, August 8, 2010

"Cold rain in July, mountain breezes bring in fog and low clouds...ghostly and moving through the ground level fireweed.  The Muskox, rises from his bed in the tundra and moves back towards the foothills, where the herd rests just below tree line, taking grasses and leaving behind 'last year's' wool hanging in the willows."


  1. That muskox eye. Nice. I feel like I could reach out and touch the wool.

  2. What a wonderful place you are in.