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.
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Spring Birch Trees
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.
Yellow Tree & Fence with Frost
Oh how I love those cool, fall mornings!
Rocky Mountains Pond
Motorcycling along the San Juan Mountains, in southwest Colorado (part of the Rocky Mountains), is among my favorite riding places in North America.
Fishing on June Lake
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.
Craters of the Moon National Monument
The rugged emptiness and black lava fields in this area of Idaho are hard to describe: but “desolate weird” comes to mind.
Horse in the Fog
The horse stood motionless as part of a quiescent and ethereal tableau vivant, on a stage of misty enchantment.
Misty Yellowstone Morning
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.
Red Bottle Brush Flower
I’m not much of a flower guy, but I loved this red against the darker background. At least the name of this flower is easier for me to remember since it does look like a bottle brush.
Clearing Fog
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.
Three Trees
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.