In February, amongst Yellowstone’s geysers, the earth’s breath ascends into a frigid winter day.
I’ll lift you and you lift me, and we’ll both ascend together. — John Greenleaf Whittier
Rainbows are illusions in Nature’s mirror.
History is a concept, often assisted by gravity.
There are many things that can only be weighed by a heart or mind.
We take it for granted, but prior to geological expeditions that also provided photographic evidence in the late 1800s, descriptions of the Yellowstone country by the few white men who had visited it were generously considered to be myths, tall tales, or else outright lies.
But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?
—H. P. Lovecraft
A pine forest on a foggy morning in Yellowstone, taken a few years after the wildfires of 1988 changed the landscape.