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Happy #Stunday from #Montana

How about some Big Sky, Big Belt #Mountains, with a side of Fir and Ponderosa.. all topped with freshly made powder sugar gravy?? Full course Menu in the Alt text

Served up from the front yard yesterday… 🤤 yummy

#scape #landscape #artyear
Appetizer: A chilled pine-forest salad, each tree a crisp green spear tossed lightly with fresh snow crumbles—nature’s parmesan—glinting under cold morning light. Entrée: A generous blue-mountain casserole, slow-baked by winter itself. Layers of distant ridgelines fold like tender sheets of pâte, seasoned with a hint of frost and a whisper of valley mist. The flavor profile? Cool, clean, and impossibly wide. Side Dish: A warm sunlit glaze poured gently over the treetops—just enough golden heat to soften the edges without melting the snowy garnish. Dessert: A sky-high blueberry soufflé, rising from pale blue to deep sapphire, crowned with a single cloud ribbon draped across the top like confectioner’s sugar dusted by a patient hand.
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Glacier National Park

Part of the Livingston mountain range

Another picture of Numa Peak

#mountains #artyear #forests #nationalparks #scape #landscape
A golden meadow opens like a quiet breath of earth, its grasses drifting toward a dark green wall of pines. Above them, Numa Peak rises—broad-shouldered, solemn, its ancient layers lit in soft violets and stone-washed grays.
December 3, 2025 at 2:04 AM
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Happy #TongueoutTuesday. Bleu aka Mr. Happy Face…

Retriever of Valor and Occasional Bush Magnet. 🧲

Full report in the alt text
So there I was, bravely forging a new trail through a forest clearly designed by someone who hates ankles. Branches everywhere. Sticks grabbing at my fur. A rogue shrub tried to steal my tail. But did I give up? No. I smiled heroically… which might also look like squinting because I ran directly into a bush. Meanwhile, Rose—over there in the foreground—has the audacity to watch me like I’m performing interpretive dance instead of hardcore wilderness survival. She’s probably thinking, “Bleu, why are you like this?” And honestly? I don’t know. I was born this way. Perfect. Majestic. A little tangled. But I’ve made it out of the bramble alive. I’m muddy, slightly scratched, and definitely proud of myself. If you need me, I’ll be licking twigs out of my fur and pretending I did all of this on purpose. End of field report. Bleu, signing off
December 2, 2025 at 5:42 PM
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Washakie Wilderness one of the most treacherous places in the lower 48
Black #Mountain

#Classicmono #monochrome #scape #landscape #rockintuesday #eastcoastkin
The mountain rises sharply above the dark forest, its summit a broad, snow-covered plateau edged by steep volcanic cliffs. The trees below form a deep, shadowed carpet that stops abruptly where the rock walls begin. Snow collects in the gullies and ledges, tracing the mountain’s structure and emphasizing its sheer, fortress-like shape. Under a heavy gray sky, the whole scene feels quiet and remote—an austere sentinel guarding the wild heart of the Washakie country.
December 2, 2025 at 4:53 PM
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Good morning friends a pre-dawn #sunrise picture from Glacier National Park

#artyear #nationalparks #parkchat #eastcoastkin #scape #landscape
Before sunrise, the scene carries a quiet gravity—mountains drawn in deep indigo silhouettes on both sides, their forms sharpening slowly as the first light gathers behind them. The sky is still mostly blue-violet, but a faint seam of warm color—peach, rose, and the softest gold—opens along the horizon where night is beginning to loosen. The water below mirrors everything with remarkable clarity. The lake is perfectly calm, turning the mountains and sky into a doubled landscape: dark ridgelines tapering toward the center, and delicate washes of early color drifting across the reflection like a watercolor that hasn’t yet dried. Clouds hang low, tinged with lavender and muted pink, lending the whole image a sense of depth and waiting.
December 2, 2025 at 1:47 PM
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Happy Tuesday #birdoftheday. A female Cedar Waxwing

3 days these beautiful ladies danced in trees 15 feet from me and I only got 1 chance for a photo Yaak River Valley

#stripes #Montana #nature #nationalforests #wildlife #birds
Perched elegantly on a bare branch against a clean blue sky, this bird carries itself with the quiet confidence of a creature that already knows it looks impeccable. Its smooth, tawny head tapers into a sleek crestless crown, and the bold black mask stretching across the eyes gives it a mysterious, almost regal presence—like a small, feathered sentinel wearing aviator sunglasses. The body is a soft gradient of warm brown shifting into muted olive and gray toward the wings and tail. Even in this distance, the silky texture typical of waxwings is unmistakable. The tail tip shows that distinctive bright yellow edge, like a painter finished the bird with a single deliberate stroke. The branch beneath it is thin and spindly, dotted with a couple of small cones or dried catkins—nothing sturdy, yet just right for a bird this light and sure-footed. It surveys its world with calm, poised stillness, a classic silhouette of a Cedar Waxwing enjoying a quiet moment in the open air.
December 2, 2025 at 9:55 AM
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Goodnight full moon pic taken during the summer with Smokey skies from the nearby fires and filtered by the large pine trees

Monday is gone again..
In this photograph, the darkness holds nearly the entire frame—deep, unbroken, and quiet—until the center flares open like a secret being revealed. A brilliant orb of light, likely the moon or a distant lantern-bright sunrise, burns through a lattice of silhouetted branches. The limbs appear as black filigree, twisting and overlapping, creating the impression of a celestial fire caught in a thicket. The glow is intense—white at its core, smudging to molten gold at the edges—so bright it seems to pulse against the night. Around it, the sky remains untouched and vast, amplifying the contrast between stillness and radiance. The branches soften the light into fragments, as though the night itself is reluctantly allowing this luminous breach. The result is dramatic, mysterious, and almost mythic: a nocturnal forest scene where the light feels alive, pushing through the dark with a quiet, elemental force.
December 2, 2025 at 4:31 AM
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Happy #BlueskyMonday #MountainMonday the Golden Retriever Council is now called to order..

Meeting minutes are in the alt text..

#artyear #humor
Golden Retriever Council has been called to order. The agenda is simple, urgent, and deeply important: Item 1: Who Gets the Stick. Rose opens the proceedings by gripping the stick firmly, clearly nominating herself as Chair. Bleu immediately objects on the grounds that he is obviously the most qualified—he’s larger, fluffier, and therefore must have seniority. Ruby, meanwhile, has appointed herself Secretary of Snacks and is taking detailed notes in her head like: “Step 1: Acquire stick. Step 2: Eat stick.” The debate intensifies. Rose argues the stick chose her. Bleu insists he has antigravity paws and therefore should lead all woodland operations. Ruby responds by simply pulling harder, which in golden retriever diplomacy counts as a formal rebuttal. At some point, the stick itself begins regretting all its life choices. Tracks swirl behind them like a snowbound flowchart of questionable decision-making. Shadows stretch across the powder as if even the sun has paused to watch this extremely serious, extremely wiggly negotiation. In the end, the council reaches a unanimous conclusion: Everyone gets the stick. At the same time. Forever.
December 1, 2025 at 11:38 PM
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Happy #BlueskyMonday and #MountainMonday

Glacier National Park
#hiking up to Hidden Meadow
The Livingston Mountains in the background

Another View

#scape #artyear #nationalparks #landscape #eastcoastkin
The scene at Hidden Meadow unfurls with a quiet, sunlit ease—one of those rare Montana moments where time feels slower, softer, and utterly untroubled. The morning light washes everything in a warm, clear glow, brightening the tall grasses in the foreground until they seem almost golden at the tips. Their seed heads bend and sway gently, stirred by a breeze you can almost feel just by looking. Beyond the grasses, the meadow opens into a reflective stretch of water—still enough to hold a near-perfect mirror of the dark spruce and fir forests lining the far edge. The trees rise in a serrated silhouette, deep green and undisturbed, their reflections forming a second forest turned upside down in the calm surface. A few faint ripples drift across the water, subtle reminders that this place is alive even in its quietest moments. The sky is a clear, endless blue, the kind that makes the entire landscape feel wide and welcoming. Hints of distant haze soften the horizon, giving the meadow a sense of depth and peaceful isolation. Everything here—grass, water, forest, and sky—settles into a gentle harmony
December 1, 2025 at 10:48 PM
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Happy Monday everyone!!!

#birds #reflections
The Bedhead of a juvenile female Mergus merganser
Bowman Lake Glacier National Park

#nature #wildlife #nationalparks #artyear #eastcoastkin
She moves away with quiet purpose, her body low in the water, as though she were part of the lake’s own slow exhalation. The soft gray of her back blends into the muted morning surface, while the warm rust of her head catches just enough light to give her presence a subtle glow. A thin, shining thread of water slips from her bill—one last silver note from a dive she’s just completed—falling back into the lake with a delicate clarity. Her feathers lie in layered patterns, each pale wing marking a gentle contrast against the darker ripples she creates. Nothing about her motion is hurried. She simply glides forward, leaving behind a faint, dissolving wake, as though carrying a secret known only to the quiet hours before the world fully wakes.
December 1, 2025 at 4:11 PM
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Happy #BlueskyMonday and #MountainMonday

Glacier National Park
#hiking up to Hidden Meadow
The Livingston Mountains in the background

#scape #artyear #nationalparks #landscape #eastcoastkin
At the front, tall summer-worn grasses sway in soft golds and tans, their texture forming a gentle, rippling foreground. Just beyond them lies a still pond, its surface a dark, glassy mirror that gathers the sky’s light and perfectly reflects the treeline—deep greens, muted shadows, and the soft shimmer of reeds along the water’s edge. A dense wall of conifers rises behind the pond, the forest appearing lush and full, yet punctuated by the tall, slender silhouettes of old burn snags that stand like quiet sentinels. Above the trees, the mountains stretch toward the horizon in layered blues—rounded ridges, soft contours, and the faint haze of distance giving them a dreamlike calm.
December 1, 2025 at 3:47 PM
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Today’s Crash landing brought to you by Ruby … Mr. Happy Face is in the role of Co-Pilot

Flight Golden Retriever 2025 arrived ahead of schedule, slightly sideways, and with maximum enthusiasm—no injuries except to the snowbank.

Full description of how it happened in the alt text
The approach was mostly controlled… if you consider “full-throttle zoomies into a snowbank” an FAA-approved maneuver. Ruby, in her infinite confidence, declared, “snow runways are my specialty.” Meanwhile Mr. Happy Face—serving as Co-Pilot, morale officer, and aerodynamic tail-wag generator—maintained his usual professional composure: wide grin, ears flapping, zero awareness of danger, and absolutely no intention of touching the brakes. Together they executed a flawless Snowplow Belly-Flop Landing, skidding through powder like two furry meteorites who refuse to read the manual. Ruby popped up first, shook off half a winter storm, stick in her mouth and announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, we have safely arrived at Destination Chaos. Please exit the snowdrift to your left.” Mr. Happy Face just stood there, tail whirring, grinning as if he personally invented aviation.
December 1, 2025 at 12:04 AM
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Antelope Canyon for #Stunday
#Arizona
November 30, 2025 at 3:57 PM
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Happy #Stunday from #Montana

How about some Big Sky, Big Belt #Mountains, with a side of Fir and Ponderosa.. all topped with freshly made powder sugar gravy?? Full course Menu in the Alt text

Served up from the front yard yesterday… 🤤 yummy

#scape #landscape #artyear
Appetizer: A chilled pine-forest salad, each tree a crisp green spear tossed lightly with fresh snow crumbles—nature’s parmesan—glinting under cold morning light. Entrée: A generous blue-mountain casserole, slow-baked by winter itself. Layers of distant ridgelines fold like tender sheets of pâte, seasoned with a hint of frost and a whisper of valley mist. The flavor profile? Cool, clean, and impossibly wide. Side Dish: A warm sunlit glaze poured gently over the treetops—just enough golden heat to soften the edges without melting the snowy garnish. Dessert: A sky-high blueberry soufflé, rising from pale blue to deep sapphire, crowned with a single cloud ribbon draped across the top like confectioner’s sugar dusted by a patient hand.
November 30, 2025 at 4:20 PM
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Bleu aka Mr. Happy Face is ready for #Stunday
A golden blur in flying snow, Bleu charges on with frosty glow— Majestic… or maybe just chaos in motion, A runaway comet with zero devotion To slowing down or looking grand— Just joy exploding across the land.
November 30, 2025 at 3:00 PM
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Happy #Stunday everyone!!

Mergus merganser
Juvenile Female fishing in Bowman Lake Glacier National Park during a #sunrise reflecting in the mirror.

Typical “bed head” look on juvenile females

#nationalparks #birds #birding #nature #artyear #eastcoastkin
#imageandverse in alt text
An elegant thread stitched into the stillness of Morning’s Grace. The dawn on her back, leaving only faint ripples that drift like whispers across the surface. The Day’s first gentle motion— her presence, the lake holds her light.
November 30, 2025 at 2:21 PM
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Bleu proves he can fly!!

Golden Retriever Aviation Division.

Goodnight friends read the alt text if you want a chuckle..

#humor
Today was his maiden test flight. There he is—front and rear paws lifted clean off the snow, tail streaming behind him like a golden afterburner, ears cocked forward in full aerodynamic commitment. The laws of physics? Optional. Gravity? A suggestion at best. The FAA? Still reviewing his paperwork. According to Bleu, his antigravity paws activate only under very specific conditions: • Fresh powder • A suspicious stick somewhere up ahead • A sudden feeling in his soul that he is, in fact, part snowmobile, part eagle He is now accepting applause, biscuits, and sponsorships from any airline willing to expand into the “Golden Retriever Aviation Division.”
November 30, 2025 at 2:05 AM
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#Horse

A moment of winter solitude held in wide Montana light.

Taken today in my neighbors yard

#montana #mountains
A broad winter prairie stretches out in quiet layers, its grasses pale gold beneath a thin veil of snow. The land rolls gently toward a distant rise of timber—dark firs and pines standing shoulder-to-shoulder along the foothills. Beyond them, the mountains lift in soft, blue-washed tiers, their contours blurred by cold air and a faint midday haze. The sky above is a clear, icy blue, giving the whole scene a bright, crystalline stillness. In the foreground, a lone horse grazes calmly, head bent to the ground as it noses through the snow for the stubbled grass beneath. Its warm brown coat stands in gentle contrast against the muted frost of the field, adding a sense of quiet life to the expansive openness around it. The posture is unhurried, almost contemplative, as though the animal is perfectly at ease in the vast winter calm.
November 30, 2025 at 1:14 AM
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They fade in winter and their beauty disappears in the dark cold.

#therose #monochrome #photography #disappear #blossom #rosebud #flowertalking #fever_bnw #bnw_of_our_world
November 30, 2025 at 12:03 AM
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Oh we had fun today!

Ruby and Rose looking for Birds

Sugar crusted Ponderosa and Firs

bright sky, snow-dusted pines, and the warm presence of the dogs creates a moment of calm clarity—an early-day solitude that feels both expansive and intimately peaceful.

#montana #mountains
A clear winter morning settles over a quiet Montana hillside, the air crisp and brilliantly lit beneath an immaculate blue sky. The snow lies in a clean, soft sheet along the road, its surface faintly marked by tracks and the angled shadows of nearby trees. On the right, a dense stand of evergreens—fir and ponderosa—rises in layered greens and muted browns. Their branches carry a delicate frosting of overnight snow, catching the sun in a way that makes each needle seem edged in silver. Two golden retrievers move along the snowy margin where forest meets open light. One stands forward, alert and confident, its coat glowing warmly against the cold palette of the scene. Just behind, partially sheltered by the trees, the second dog emerges from a pocket of shadow, its posture curious and unhurried as it surveys the quiet woods. Together they add a sense of life and gentle motion to a landscape otherwise still, as though the morning is theirs to explore at their own pace.
November 30, 2025 at 12:34 AM
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What do you need for fun?

120 unfenced mountain acres, three golden retrievers, a pile of snow, and Stick!!
November 29, 2025 at 5:10 PM
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Happy Saturday!!!

Ruby asking “Got Snow?❄️ “
Bit of fun in the alt text….
“Attention, citizens of the less-frosty world—quick question: Do you have snow? See this icy masterpiece on my muzzle? That’s not an accident. That’s from me plunging face-first into a drift like a seasoned professional. I’m doing important scientific work—measuring snow depth with my entire head. If you don’t have snow, I’m very sorry for your loss. Truly. If you do have snow, I strongly advise frolicking immediately. It’s good for the soul and great for achieving this stunning ‘frosted whisker’ look. Now—who wants to come over and help me make even more snow holes?”**
November 29, 2025 at 4:28 PM
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Beautiful walk in the park on a Minnesota winter day ❄️
#Photography
#Minnesota
A walk in the park on a Minnesota winter day.
November 28, 2025 at 12:25 PM
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Happy #ForestFriday
Numa Peak. (Spirit Peak)

Glacier National Park

#nationalparks #mountains #montana #scape #landscape #artyear
Numa Peak rises in the distance with a clean, tapered prominence, its upper slopes catching a pale wash of sun that lightens the rock near the summit. The mountain’s layered ridgelines fall away in muted blues and greys, giving a sense of depth as they descend toward the valley floor. Below the peak, a dense stand of dark green conifers forms a deep, textured band, their straight trunks and tight crowns contrasting with the soft, shifting shapes of the clouds above. In the foreground, a wide meadow of yellow-green grasses stretches toward the viewer, leaning slightly in the summer light. Just beyond the grasses, Bowman Creek winds through the scene—its surface smooth and cool, carrying a quiet ribbon of reflected sky along the base of the forest. Above everything, towering cumulus clouds billow in bright whites and gentle greys, opening pockets of blue overhead. The whole landscape feels open and steady, with Numa Peak anchoring the horizon and Bowman Creek threading a calm, living line through the valley below.
November 28, 2025 at 1:19 PM
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What we love about thanksgiving..,

Bleu with leftovers …

carrying his prize like it’s a Thanksgiving turkey he hunted himself…

#humor in the alt text
In the brisk Montana woods, Bleu comes trotting through the brush like a proud Viking returning from a raid, except instead of a stick, he’s hauling what is unmistakably a leftover deer carcass—and he could not be more pleased with himself. He’s marching with the confidence of a dog who believes he has just solved world hunger. “Fear not, family! I have acquired… provisions.” Meanwhile, Ruby in the foreground is doing her best to pretend she does not know him. “Oh my gosh. I swear he was not raised like this. Please don’t judge us.” Bleu, of course, is living his best life—tail high, chest puffed out, prancing like the undisputed King of Questionable Finds. The forest goes quiet, small critters flee, and every crow in the region is filing a formal complaint. But Bleu? Bleu struts onward, carrying his prize like it’s a Thanksgiving turkey he hunted himself… and he’s very sure everyone is going to be proud of him for it.
November 28, 2025 at 12:52 PM