i am thrown
i am thrown two hours to be profound
but i spend them waking up.
for the last seven days, my windshield
has bent mountains. whole canyons,
miles of tree lines, snow drifts-pushed into each other,
compressed, distorted, discarded
by a cruel tectonics of glass, sunlight, drive.
Granitic Gneiss in sparkling waters: © riverwindphotography, September 2020
Cottonwood and Vines: © riverwindphotography, January 2021
Free Fall: © gif by riverwindphotography, January 2021
Juniper in Afternoon Sunlight. Many thanks to all of you who follow my site. © riverwindphotography, January 2021
Night things call to us
in a shimmer of voices
long lost and forgottenThe space between branch
and breath unfinishedThe whisper of reeds
asleep until little birds
alight upon them
in the morningAs all the world slumbers
before the coming of dawn
in anxious waitingUntil at last the tiptoe
of the light breaks free
to illume the silent valleysWhere we must carry on
for those who no longer
walk this earthLest we forget them
from which we came
and shall ever pass down
our mortal frame
hand to hand unbroken
Mountain Streams I have Known: © gifs by riverwindphotography
Autumn in January: © riverwindphotography, January 2021
Soaring: A Red-Tail Hawk (Buteo jamaicensis) glows in the winter sunlight. Red-Tail hawks are a year-round resident in Wyoming.
http://www.uwyo.edu/barnbackyard/_files/documents/magazine/2010/fall/raptoridfallbb2010web.pdf
© riverwindphotography, January 2021
Tendrils of Wild Clematis catch the afternoon sun: © riverwindphotography, January 2021
Evening Star: © riverwindphotography, December 2020