A morning ski on the Blacktail Plateau in Yellowstone National Park. Tracked by nature yet not trampled.
Tag: travel photography
Wether you take the long way around or just jump across.
When you cross the chasm you soon forget you are on the other side.
October light brightens the morning as a Red Winged Blackbird perches in a bush of golden leaves. The leaves were falling just as fast as the colors were fading from the wings of this beautiful bird.
Floating, shifting shapes,appearing and disappearing. Sometimes the life of a cloud seems just right.
Where they came from and where they are going is an age old question.
Older than I and far much wiser this old spruce hunkers down for another evening.
Dramatic skies contrast with gentle golden grasses whispering change is on the way.
The old west: reprise
Another one of those days where it felt like we had walked into a old western movie set. Sunny, dry dusty and Turkey Vultures warming their wings in the morning light.
The pace of place
Around the bend
And around again.
So it goes.
Ah, So it goes.
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