Cold as Ice

Tower Creek Falls, Yellowstone

“Withstanding the cold develops vigor for the relaxing days of spring and summer. Besides, in this matter as in many others, it is evident that nature abhors a quitter.”

Arthur C. Crandall

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Went on a short hike the other day, exploring a small waterfall. Nobody else around. So many hidden gems in this park. I could touch the ice and listen to the water gurgling behind a thick wall of ice. I could hold on to those icicles.

In a few months the ice will be gone, melted, washed down the creek, joining the Yellowstone river, ending up in the Gulf of Mexico.

Maybe I should follow the ice?

 

Blue ice

“The measure of a man is
what he does with power.”

Plato

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Freezing temperatures, water drips, sunshine, and shade have created beautiful icicles dangling from the hillsides. They form, grow, melt, and break off, a constant metamorphosis, never finished.

The powers of nature at work.

Aliens

“My God, a moment of bliss.
Isn’t that enough for a whole lifetime?”

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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I don’t expect these frozen features to morph into monsters. But if one would fall on your head they could do a number on you.

Temperatures below freezing at night, mountain water from the recent rain storms, and sunshine during the day create these spectacular icicles. Lovely what Nature creates over night.

Have a wonderful Sunday afternoon, Earthlings.

October follies

“The highest form of bliss
is living with a certain degree of folly.”

Desiderius Erasmus

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October has just been amazing. Clear skies, bountiful of sunshine, freezing night temperatures, fall foliage… Almost not enough time to catch your breath.

I know winter is coming. We are loosing 7 minutes of daylight every day. 13 F was the lowest temperature reading so far. Nevertheless, when the sun is out it just feels much warmer.

If I could, I would stop time right now. But I can’t. So I go with the flow and appreciate what I have.

 

Where I belong

“If a man does not keep pace
with his companions,
perhaps it is because
he hears a different drummer.”

Henry David Thoreau

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Reading the conclusion of Walden, seeing the vast, rugged beauty of the ice fields surrounding Mount Logan…

I felt home.