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Rock Flowers
Friends, these rock lichens are very colorful and were found along French Creek in Custer State Park that is part of the Black Hills of South Dakota. They are blooming anytime of year, lying in the grass just waiting to be discovered. Lichens are an organism that is composed of fungus and alga in a symbiotic relationship, a marriage where both benefit from the presence of the other. til Tomorrow MJ

Bison
Friends, Custer State Park in South Dakota is a mecca for bison lovers, and my husband is at home among the big ones. This post is for him, enjoy JIm. The first is an image of mother and child, the child is nuzzling his mother and we human interpret that as affection, but really i think he was trying to brush off the flies, or trying to get her to rise to her feet, so he could have some milk.
This bison calf is not very old, they are born bright orange with a hump in their back.
Lack of Grass, No
Friends, i know that these badlands look pretty stark and void of vegetation, but on the flat prairie, the grass grows green and lush in the spring when there is plenty of rain. These pronghorn girls are hanging out together and grazing in the rich areas. The boys are separate and in their own bachelor bunches. til Tomorrow MJ
On the Prairie
Friends, out on the prairie, the beautiful clouds and blue skies are really a part of the landscape. These photos were taken just hours of each other, the first early in the afternoon and the second when the thunderheads started to build before a prairie storm. I call the second, the road to rain. til Tomorrow MJ

Postcards from the Edge
Friends, today i will introduce you to the topography of the South Dakota Badlands. First a view from the top looking down into the red stripes of ocean sediments, the flat prairie lands lead into a sudden eruption of clay and mud layers , then the flat prairie leads to high mud cliffs of a consistent color and the blue sky as we look up into the badlands, til Tomorrow MJ
More Singing
Friends, this is my best meadowlark singing, I think it is the decisive moment with the feathers in motion. Those of you who have never visited the Dakotas in the spring have not learned of the spring wind that is always blowing and the meadowlarks continue to sing regardless. This one sang for us within feet of our vehicle and we listened to his cheery song. til Tomorrow MJ






