Rising in the east and obscured behind thick fog, the winter sun lights an old cottonwood tree covered in delicate hoar frost. Once the fog lifted it only took a couple of hours of sunlight to melt the frost away. Temporal, fractal art at is finest. Grand Teton National Park, WY.
For the next couple of weeks we will be posting some of our favorite posts from the past as we take a small respite from the digital world.
A splash of warm color for a chilly Monday morning. Even though we had mostly hazy skies the last time we visited Utah the color in the rock and soil still shone through.Taken on a morning hike in Bryce Canyon National Park, UT.
For the next couple of weeks we will be posting some of our favorite posts from the past as we take a small respite from the digital world.
The morning sun rising above the steam, fog and lodgepole pines on a very cold morning in Yellowstone National Park. Photographed on the fly while heading towards the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone using a phone.
For the next couple of weeks we will be posting some of our favorite posts from the past as we take a small respite from the digital world.
It is hard to believe but when we started this walk in the early evening it was snowing like crazy so we decided to leave the good camera inside for a change and just to out and enjoy the snowy weather. Low and behold near the end of the walk it cleared a bit and we were reward with a wonderful show. As the sun went over the hill west of upper geyser basin it light up the clouds in the eastern sky which then reflected into the geyser pools. Glad we still had our phones in our pockets. Upper Geyser Basin, Yellowstone National Park.
For the next couple of weeks we will be posting some of our favorite posts from the past as we take a small respite from the digital world.
Somewhere behind the silence of the snow and lodgepole pines is the sound of clear blue sky. Winter has a special silence that you can hear if you take the time to listen. Yellowstone National Park, Jan 2015.
Within the silence of the soft sky and fresh snow is the sound of a river which flows ever onward in the cold. Silently around the bend and to the south where the sun is waiting to return one day.
Another round of sun and steam to warm a winters day.
Happy Friday and have a wonderful weekend.
