For days now I’ve been thinking of what to write about the color blue.
My wish was to wax eloquently about blue as Paul Gruchow wrote of the color green.
I cannot, so I’ll simply allow these few images to speak for me:
My first image on a moon lit night in Bonanza.
Deer in prairie dusk.
Universe … Big Bluestem and a full moon.
A small, stark tree with the flooded Minnesota River serving as a backdrop.
One of the first images taken at a WMA just down the road.
A Great Blue Heron on a foggy, dawn morning at Big Stone National Wildlife Refuge.
Two deer rush away at a nearby prairie.
Listening Stones Farm 