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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.
Although Lake Superior just sneaks into this image – supporting the composition of the traditional rope against the background of modern boaters in Wisconsin – the rope is one of the tools that centuries of men have used while attempting to tame this monumental body of deep, cold water.
Over the years I have photographed the Grand Canyon several times. Although this is one of my favorites, no picture can do justice do the experience of being there – especially at sunrise.
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.