Ramblings from Cat

When the ground is buried in snow the silence can be deafening. It is a magical scene when the buffalo appear from under the blanket of white. Nature's snow plows, moving through...

There is strength and beauty in being different.  

She curiously took one last look then disappeared over the ridge...

It takes strength and courage to make it through the winter in the wild.

"What is life?... It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time.... Crowfoot"

Catching a wild buffalo walking through magical light created naturally by the sun and my camera before he fades into the shadows.