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Motorcycling along the San Juan Mountains, in southwest Colorado (part of the Rocky Mountains), is among my favorite riding places in North America.
The rugged emptiness and black lava fields in this area of Idaho are hard to describe: but “desolate weird” comes to mind.
Global tourists shoot this scene thousands of times daily. However, by featuring only one photographer, as opposed to a mob of them, it suggests to me a personal perspective that any “one” visitor might experience, independent of everyone else in the vicinity.
I had survived a torrential thunderstorm motorcycling through the Beartooth Mountains in Montana the night before and the downpour had stopped early in the morning before I geared up and headed into Yellowstone National Park, in Wyoming. The drenched earth, exceptionally clean air, mist flowing amidst the trees, passing clouds and natural grandeur coalesced into an enchanting moment.
The ephemeral nature of clearing fog has been a challenging subject for me, since the transitory interplay between the mist and sun unfold with a drama that seems better suited to motion pictures.
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.