This (I think) pine stands near the approach to the Grand Canyon of Yellowstone. It is, for me, a premonition or icon of the beauty one finds in that great canyon carved out by the Yellowstone River . . .
Tetons from Jenny Lake
"Sometimes the mountain
is hidden from me in veils
of cloud, sometimes
I am hidden from the mountain
in veils of inattention, apathy, fatigue,
when I forget or refuse to go
down to the shore, on a clear day,
that witnessing presence."
Cascade Canyon, Tetons
When I arrived in Jackson, stepping off the plane (there are no covered pathways into the airport), suddenly right there rising out of the plain, were the Tetons. It was an impressive beginning, certainly for someone like me who has lived where it is flat most of his life. The Tetons are unusual in that they have no foothills, they just erupt out of the meadows, thrusting themselves into view.
As I said yesterday, Facebook has apparently decided to eliminate many if not most of my posts. I don't know if this one will show up or not; in any case, anyone who is interested in seeing them can always go to my blog at www.nabesphotos.com and click on "Blog."
Grand Prismatic Spring is one of those "obligatory" places to visit—and photograph—in Yellowstone. It was cold and crowded and the spring exuded sulfuric fumes when I was there, but it is richly colorful . . .
Yellowstone Lake, 7:30 AM
John Berger: "We live our daily lives in a constant exchange with the set of daily appearances surrounding us—often they are familiar, sometimes they are unexpected and new . . . Yet it can happen, suddenly, unexpectedly, and most frequently in the half-light-of-glimpses, that we catch sight of another visible order which intersects with ours and has nothing to do with it . . . We come upon a part of the visible which wasn't destined for us, Perhaps it was destined for night-birds, reindeer, ferrets, eels, whales . . ." Or perhaps for bears, elk, bison, wolves . . .
So, I have returned from a long, exhausting week in Wyoming. More on that later. This is West Geyser Basin in Yellowstone at dawn. To compare this to my usual haunt of Florida is like entering a wonderland—or a surreal world (parts of Yellowstone).
So Alberto is about to give us a heavy glancing blow—great beginning to a hurricane season that doesn't start until next Friday! I leave for Wyoming tomorrow, just as the heavy rains begin to hit our area—we'll see how that goes. This will be the last post until I return—I hope with images that are not just stereotypical ones of the Tetons and Yellowstone.
"Why become sophisticated
when you can be simple and original? . . .
Be glad with just a cup of tea,
a bird's song,
a small book of poems,
and your anonymity."