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Monday, April 22, 2024

Tales From The Trail

Tales About Land & Wildlife

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Check out who showed up at our place when the last snow was falling. Three big bull elk, breaking trail in the new snow on the ranch. And let me tell you, they looked one part content and one part confused.

It's not every day you get to see these guys up close, especially not this time of year. So, it was a bit of a head-scratcher, wondering where they popped up from. They must have had quite the adventure, dodging cars and hopping fences, to end up here.
And guess what? I was so smitten with them that I got to work creating a painting. There's something about seeing such wild beauty just outside your window that gets the creative juices flowing, you know?

So I've been at it, trying to get down all that grandeur and grace on canvas. It's my way of keeping the memory alive and sharing it with y'all. Because let's face it, a surprise visit from a trio of elk? That's something you want to remember.
Anyway, stay tuned for the finished piece. It's turning out to be quite the tribute to our unexpected winter guests.
​Until next time, keep it wild – you never know what wonders might wander your way.

-Dan-

"Breaking Trail"

Hey Winter, you sly old fox,

Cloaking the world in your frosty locks.

You’re that chill friend who pops by unannounced,

Turning our toes to ice, every ounce.
You whisper through the winds,
"Cool it, I'm here to reset,"

Nature's own way to ensure we don't forget,

To cherish the hush, the still, the serene,

Before spring crashes the scene, all vibrant and green.
"Adore me while I reign," you seem to boast,

With your fleeting days and skies the color of a ghost.

But we’re onto you; you're just prepping the stage,

For spring's lively entrance, turning the page.
You gift us snowflakes, nature's intricate art,

A chilly reminder that in every end, there’s a start,

Of new journeys, veiled under the frost,

A hidden trove, in the snow, softly tossed.
We endure your icy kingdom, making the most,

Even as we yearn for the greenery's host.

You're the tough love, cold and unsought,

A frostbitten ground where future blooms are wrought.
​But let's cut to the chase, we're all eyeing the prize,

The moment you hand over the baton, and our spirits rise.

Into a realm reborn, with blooms and bees buzzing,

Winter, tip your hat, for spring is coming, no more fussing!