The temperatures and snow are falling, and my thoughts turn towards the summer months. Those months when Columbia Spotted Frogs abound.
The temperatures have been falling fast, approaching that zero mark that we have not seen in over 1,000 days. Cold temps mean clear skies, and clear skies mean the opportunity to photograph the Milky Way.
A Gadwall drake takes a bath in the sun, which is becoming a rather scarce as winter approaches. These are currently good numbers of Gadwalls at the Lee Metcalf National Wildlife Refuge near Stevensville, Montana.
Yum Chenmo in the Rockies at the Garden of 1000 Buddhas in the Arlee, Montana
Slowly the Canada Geese began to stir, and then with a sudden of synchronized thought, they burst into the foggy gloom.
While many folks are worshipping at the temple of consumerism, known as Black Friday, I visited my own church and observed Fiery Foggy Friday. The sun burned through the gloom of the fog from the Bitterroot River and rose over the ponderosa pines.
Once the ice forms on the ponds of the Lee Metcalf National Wildlife Refuge and the sun sets in the afternoon, I can start to appreciate the cold as it plays with the atmospheric conditions to surrealistic results.
What is a photographer? Is it simply pointing a camera in the right direction and hoping? Or is photography conveying a sense of time and place to those that were not present through your art?