Safety demonstrations about the proper techniques for lighting a Christmas tree … sort of.
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The outer row of birch trees stand amidst the soft light and slight mist, contrasted against the dense forest of slender trees that disappear into the void of dark.
Motorcycling along the San Juan Mountains, in southwest Colorado (part of the Rocky Mountains), is among my favorite riding places in North America.
June Lake is a subalpine lake in eastern California near Yosemite National Park, at an elevation of 7,621 ft., in the Eastern Sierra Nevada Mountains.
The rugged emptiness and black lava fields in this area of Idaho are hard to describe: but “desolate weird” comes to mind.
The horse stood motionless as part of a quiescent and ethereal tableau vivant, on a stage of misty enchantment.
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.