10 of us. In a little cabin in the woods. We drop down from Elk Pass and the Great Divide into B.C.
While the rest of Calgary was out and about enjoying superb spring weather me and my gang entered a snow bubble.
Snow so thick it dripped from our faces and piled onto our glasses.
We meandered across frozen lakes, leaving our humble track across the vast whiteness.
The timeless glory of the Rocky mountains our enclave, towering over us where ever we went.
So much poetry in the landscape.
Pine leans low to ground; Bowed by snow, wind, elements; In upright forest.
Nature reveals itself to us and leaves us nurtured, massaged, refreshed by its embrace.