My dad had a great time fishing for trout in the west fork of the Black River. A flat, easy and breathtakingly beautiful hiking and mountain biking trail runs parallel to the river for about three miles.
A Lupine Blue butterfly stood still long enough for me to snap a few photos of it.
Large, black ants (I'm unsure of the species) invaded this blooming yucca plant, evidently for the nectar.
Our trailer at 9:30 p.m., silhouetted by ponderosas and the night sky. This is a 30-second exposure.
A Morning Cloak butterfly seemed eager to be photographed and showed little fear, even as I moved within two feet of it.
My mom and our dog, Harpo, at the Black River.
A mountain chickadee atop a juniper tree in the early-morning light.
