We are almost out of winter, but spring seems to bring a fair share of it's own snow. One of the most memorable days in winter was the "frost day" - the conditions were perfect to cover the barren trees with a layer of ice and frost and the morning sun was illuminating everything all over town. These shots are some of my favorite taken in Jackson. I found out later that this phenomenon is special to only certain places where it is cold enough to snow "ice"- the flakes are rectangular as opposed to round. We hit it just right to see it- absolutely beautiful.
I haven't written for months so here is a new post. Summer has arrived and I find myself missing winter, what is wrong with me? I actually think that 80 degrees is rather hot and I prefer the afternoon rain that has settled here for the past 6 weeks, blood really does acclimate. I love the unpredictability of the weather and the views that are created by the clouds and light. Two weekends ago I took a camping trip to Little Grassy Island with 3 friends, it is about a two hour paddle from the shore of Jackson lake. The small island is at the base of Mount Moran, and with the snow still on it you could fool anyone to think it is in the Alps. It rained most of the day and all the night, but I have rarely felt more peace and tranquility watching the sheets of rain pour over the lake and through the dark forest against the mountains. This place truly casts a spell at times and I am always amazed to be looking at a scene that is picture perfect and to be completely alone in this vast wilderness. We are so blessed to be here. 
