Tag: Montana

It may not be apparent from here, but between the two pine trees is an area that is called Broken Heart. It is best seen in the winter because the snow fills in the heart. The heart is a meadow on the side of one of the foothills and there is a slight tree line that run through the heart, thereby breaking it in two.

It is not a great photo, and it is made worse when you cannot increase the size of the photo, but there is a very neat heart that has been broken in two sitting between those two pine trees. The peak to the far right is Sacajawea.

What once were little ducklings this spring have now turned into squawking, quacking adult mallards that are everywhere. There were at least 50 on this little pond one day. 

The broods were plentiful this year, and even those broods with 14 or more managed hold onto 11 of their ducklings. There were at least 6 broods of better than 10 when they started. Many of these little guys were so busy scooting around the pond that I never got them all counted. 

The leaves are changing, and this little stream is inviting with the low hanging limbs of a variety of colors. This peaceful little stream is a continual water source on the property as it comes down from the mountains. The stream is quiet here, but come spring, it will rush and rage through the property as the snows melt. The more snow that is in the mountains, the harder it is for these banks to hold it all in 

Morning Glory. This is the grand hidden jewel of Yellowstone National Park. I had to hike back a mile or so, but there she was ready for me to enjoy the colors and the awesomeness of it. 

I had been looking for this the dozen or so times I had gone to the park. I went specifically to see this thermal wonder. 

A forest fire in the Hyalite Canyon area developed this large plume of smoke as the fire chewed up the dry and dead pines. Those pines that had been victims of the pine bark beetle were the first to go. 

This photo was also on the KBZK news website 

In what appears to be handtinted colors, this wonderful reflection was captured at the edge of the pond one night at sunset. 

The clouds were over the Bridger Mountains where they were reflecting the sunset that was to the west of them. This reflection was then repeated into the still water of the pond. 

Ah, sweet spring.