Alpine Walks in Valais

[cohan]

The berries are depleting day by day, Cohan, as the weather gets colder the birds are pretty frantic and ever other berry is under the snow.  I felt I had to try and up my game after your fantastic shots of hoar frost and snow but had to take them against a dark background or they got lost in the general scene without sun.  This one was pretty amazing in the shade side of the tree trunk in the forest...   

wow--those are some long crystals! very cool -no pun intended

[Luc Gilgemyn]

Our snow has virtually gone now (+5°C at noon today) and what is left is dirty, melting mush...    So your images full of pristine white, untouched snow form quite a contrast Robin ! 
They show that snow can be so beautiful when falling in the right places... 

Thanks for another great stroll Robin - I can smell the fresh, clean, cold mountain air right from my computer screen  !

And about that little restaurant with the nice terrace... the website is now bookmarked ! 

[ranunculus]

 I can smell the fresh, clean, cold mountain air right from my computer screen  !

I would check the fan at the back of the machine, Luc!   

[Luc Gilgemyn]

Will do Cliff, will do... 

[Ragged Robin]

And about that little restaurant with the nice terrace... the website is now bookmarked !

It's right by the alpine meadows you liked Luc - so put it at the top of you favourite bookmarks  

I'm sure one can smell things in one's dreams.........

Jazzy does anyway  

[Lesley Cox]

I'm sure one can smell things in one's dreams.........

Jazzy does anyway  

Yes, one definitely can. It's Philadelphus 'Belle Etoile' for me. I smell it in pleasant dreams and then wake with the scent still in my nose. And no, it's not because it's flowering outside my window.

[Ragged Robin]

Yes, one definitely can. It's Philadelphus 'Belle Etoile' for me. I smell it in pleasant dreams and then wake with the scent still in my nose. And no, it's not because it's flowering outside my window.

'Sweet dreams', one could say Lesley, under the Belle Etoile  

[Ragged Robin]

Every month in the Alpine calendar has a mood that influences the mountainside and all that live there.  February swings like a barometer from one day to the next or one minute to the next of freezing conditions, sunshine, snow and melt as Alpine Winter Moods peak and trough.

[Ragged Robin]

The sun begins to rise and reaches to play on low-lying cloud stealthily creeping up the valley on a mission; to cloud the vision.

[Ragged Robin]

Soon trees in the forest disappear into its mist, losing all sense of place and time, and a silence falls where no bird calls or creature stirs.

[Ragged Robin]

Here in the cold mammoth rocks with an odd icicle tooth or ferny fringe rest in the stillness and a once rolling stone now gathers moss by the trunk of a tree. 

[Ragged Robin]

There a cavernous darkness invites the explorer but no one dares to cross the threshold unable to see what lies within.

[Ragged Robin]

Everywhere branches point this way and that but which is the best way to go?  Tread carefully or twisted roots will trip and somewhere from high branches snow may drop and shock what lies below

[Ragged Robin]

Is this the way to go?  No this way along the path by huddled groups, snow hooded, waiting for the sun to filter though…..

[Ragged Robin]

And now above the clouds another world of blue sky and space, this is the place to be…