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This picture is kind of scuffed, but I like the desaturation and vignetting, and the sparse arrangement of trees and bushes.
This picture is kind of scuffed, but I like the desaturation and vignetting, and the sparse arrangement of trees and bushes.
It’s easy to tell how many cows are here: count the legs and divide by four
Murray Lake is just visible under the stream of clouds blowing from Square Top
Monarch Crest Trail runs along the mountain ridges from Monarch Pass. The picture is too nice not to post, but it tells no story beyond what a beautiful day it was.
Yucca flowers guard the entrance to an unnamed canyon near Ticaboo, Utah. A wet month brought out the greens in the desert, but did not sustain the spring of water we sought at the head of the canyon.
After the first warning drops the clouds poured several times over the next two hours. The broken strands of one of the storms stream from Little Scraggy Peak as I start the final descent to the Colorado Trail.
As I set out on a ride, rain begins to fall on my bike. Soon rain turns to hail, lightning and thunder, and everything is covered in mud.
The white of the hoarfrost on these trees provides a strong contrast to the deep blue of the sky.
I stopped shortly after midnight to catch the moon rising over the high plains. After hours of driving in blackness the lesser of the sky’s lights was brilliantly bright.
In the mountains fog is often just clouds blowing through the forest. A photo can capture the shrouded trees, but not the way the mist swirls through them.