I feel alive here – fully invested – awake.
I hear the sound of water before I get there.
A marmot raises his head from the talus and sniffs the air.
Finally Fairy Falls.
I hear the sound of water before I get there.
Though June it’s still early spring in Yellowstone.
Finally Fairy Falls.
Peanut butter and jelly never tasted so good.
Though June it’s still early spring in Yellowstone.
Two hawks spinning overhead talons locked in a courtship dance.
Peanut butter and jelly never tasted so good.
Their spinning makes me dizzy.
Two hawks spinning overhead talons locked in a courtship dance.
My pounding heart makes my hands shake.
Their spinning makes me dizzy.
Ferns grow along the edge of the falls gentle fronds moving in disturbed air.
My pounding heart makes my hands shake.
A bear would be easy to spot here.
Ferns grow along the edge of the falls gentle fronds moving in disturbed air.
Lodge pole pines of seven whorled branches, one for each year since the fires.
A bear would be easy to spot here.
A marmot raises his head from the talus and sniffs the air.
Lodge pole pines of seven whorled branches, one for each year since the fires.
I feel alive here – fully invested – awake.