Winter is almost upon us and this weathered monarch searches wearily for any remaining nectar before embarking on its last flight.
Female mule deer are protected from hunters in this area so they show little fear of humans. These little ladies gazed back at me with curious and trusting eyes. Sometimes I have a hard time resisting the urge to reach out and pet them.
Fog Bank Rolling In
As a picture of a mountain this would surely be considered to be mediocre. But this is not a picture of a mountain. It is a picture of bone chilling cold. I sat there in the early morning light watching the fog pushing back the sun. Not only could you feel the cold setting in, you could actually see it. Within moments the fog completely encircled the ridge I was sitting on. The temperature plunged drastically and then, just as swiftly and silently as it rolled in, the fog moved on.