by Michael Hofferber. Copyright © 2007. All rights reserved.
Snow conceals, but it can also betray.
Consider the tracks of mice, or wolves, or lynx -- so rarely seen. But here in the frozen dawn the secrets of their passage are plain to see, recorded like marks on a blank page.
You can read how the hare bounded from the forest cover, paused briefly to listen and stare intently (at what?), then was off again. And you can follow the tracks of a lone elk that staggered back and forth across the hillside, searching some remembered comfort before collapsing beneath the weight of hunger or disease, or both.
Continued at... What The Snow Reveals
Lynx Tracks in Snow