The steed stood motionless as part of a quiescent and ethereal stage of misty enchantment.
This brand new fence was wet and glistening from a ray of hazy sunshine beaming through an opening in the clouds. To me, the image is reminiscent of a group of young and hopeful sentinels, passively standing proud against whatever the forces of Man or Mother Nature might compel them to confront: oblivious that they might withstand nothing more than a moderate advance from either.
This image epitomizes a personal Zen moment and represents more than a picture, to me. It was an experience of inspired simplicity woven against a backdrop of moody Mother Nature, as I arrived in Yellowstone National Park, having passed through the most challenging storm I had encountered on this particular 30-day, coast-to-coast, motorcycle tour.