Spring time brings idyllic visions of verdant meadows redolent with wildflowers and butterflies skipping along warm breezes while flutes and harps play in the background. It’s a nice image, but it isn’t springtime in the Rockies. In the high country spring resembles a battlefield between summer and winter with the pounding canon crescendo of the 1812 Overture hammering in the background.
Summer strikes a blow with a sunny 70 degree day. Winter retaliates during the night, sending temperatures plummeting to 20 degrees followed by 6 inches of snow that literally drop kicks summer into next week. That’s what happened last week while I was shooting the pasque flowers. Winter struck back with 8 inches of heavy, wet snow that sat on the flowers like concrete. The early bloomers were mashed flat. The few that found shelter under trees found themselves to be the only available browse for hungry deer.
Fear not, summer will strike back with its own blast of sunny warmth. Winter is doomed to lose this battle. And the pasque flowers, they’ll also be back. The early bloomers are lost, but those that sprout later will benefit from the moisture provided by the snow that crushed their over-anxious brethren.
Winter is making another attempt to hold off summer a little longer today. But it is a much weaker effort—only a light dusting of snow that the sun quickly melted during a brief appearance before the clouds closed in again.
The high country is, by its very nature, dramatic. And the changing seasons match the landscape with their own drama. Whether you’re a photographer, artists, poet or just a nature lover, this is a glorious time to be in the high country.
Enjoy
Frank








