…clouds, mountains and forests…



…clouds, mountains and forests…



Here is a collection of images I have taken of plants and landscapes the past days as winter descends and the first frost arrives.

Winter descends. Previously we had snow only 2000 meters elevation and above. Last night, I fell asleep listening to the slow and peaceful pitter patter of rain falling softly on the roof. I woke up this morning to find the snow had snuck down to 700 meters elevation.

After this tree’s branches and trunk have built barns, built and heated homes, the remnants have become the nourishment for how many other living entities? Everything gets eaten in the end.

Frost bite, frost burn, yet there is some beauty in this image. Is there a lesson to be learned?

The frost is not the end but a tell that the end is near. In the background, the babbling brook runs away from that truth.
Most of the time I take photos of plants, gardens or landscapes where I attempt to share something beyond sense perception. That is my fun.
The other day, not far away, I found this sign. Tomorrow is when? Tomorrow never comes. Now isn’t that the funny truth?
And after all, it is not a stretch to say beer is the ideal people and plants linkage. Ethnobotany at its finest.

See you there tomorrow for free beer.
If I could…and then the fairy appeared before me. Yeah, in my dreams!

If I could write with the emotion and mystery of these clouds moving ever so slowly but always with magnificent beauty, incredible balance.
And challenges. These clouds offer visual, emotional and intellectual challenges that encourage science to escape Pandora’s box, something I’ve never done.
The name says it all.
End of summer;
But, a last breath of spring-like beauty.

Did I discover the end of summer or the last remnant of spring?

The beauty overwhelms the labels.

Weeds or Wild Flowers?
This is a discussion, a debate, an argument that never fades away.
Today, on a walk, I came across these beautifully flowering plants on the edge of a parking lot. Made me think. Made me remember all the discussions, debates and arguments with colleagues and government authorities.
But then I thought that any time someone plants seeds or ‘makes’ a garden, it is a statement that says yes, I have free time. Yes, I have disposable income. We could easily infer that such a person is ‘well-off’. Nice place to be…well-off in a garden, isn’t it?
Too much thinking for me. I’ll go back to my walk.
Deep in the back row of the upper, upper balconies, which are all full today, you can do whatever you want because no one will see you. Can you hear the sonata?

Clouds fill the upper balconies.

How can I find my way home?
Gentian Cluster
Year after year, I have searched for the invigorating blue of Gentian wildflowers in the Jungfrau Region of the Berner Oberlands. This year was banner.
Previous years I needed microscopic vision to find the odd one here or there. But this year…clusters everywhere! Left me breathless–how fortunate.

Gentiana acaulis at 2,000 meters above sea level in the sunny alps on north facing mountain ridges.
Swiss Alps, Bernese Highlands, Jungfrau Region. North side of range.
What more can I say?

At 1400 meters above sea level, amongst the forests.

At 3000 meters above sea level, above the tree line.