If photography was a seasonal sport, I would have to say, winter is, indeed, my favorite time of year.
Look closely at the world, my friends, it’s far more interesting than you might think at a glance.
Written In Stone
How does eight-thousand year-old writing on rocks look anyway? The one nearest the visitor center is a popular one—a curved line sprinkled on the cupped side with dots. “It looks more like a bowlful of stars to me…”
Dredge Into the Past on the Yankee Fork
…the insatiable mechanical troll chewed its gold-hungry way upriver from above Polecamp Creek to Jordan Creek where it collapsed and died, abandoned in its own self-made dredgepond, surrounded by the regurgitated piles of its rocky diet.