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
I could have chosen any of my favorite locations in Oregon as my happy place, or a footpath in England, or the wondrous rock landscapes of the American Southwest, or…
But I selected these pictures from Yellowstone, which is the oldest of these many places I’m fortunate to have, and also the dearest, as it was the first long trip I made with my wife (she’d also claim it as a happy place). It’s a landscape like no other, where nature and imagination create memories and images side-by-side.
Of course, given only one place, that would be home, where everything begins.
What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner. —Colette
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
Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A pine forest on a foggy morning in Yellowstone, taken a few years after the wildfires of 1988 changed the landscape.