lodgepole pine


‘Tis the Season

As I drive up Boulder Canyon, dust envelops my car.  Except this dust is not of the brown variety, but rather green.  Clouds of green swirl around me, creating a murky haze that makes it difficult to even see the steep granite walls above me.  It is the season of…

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All About Elk

Glancing out the window in the waning hours of light, a blur of movement caught my eye.  And there she was , standing in the new fallen snow.  The female Rocky Mountain Elk stood next to the lodgepole pine, pausing for just a moment before she dashed off into the…

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