Coming out the western side of Guardsman Pass before heading down into the valley: a postcard from Utah.
In the running to be one of my favorite photos of the year.
Cue that one Coldplay song about the thing and the thing.
A familiar sight for anyone who has driven into Park City from the airport.
If only the women who lived in the Victorian age could see us now.
The surprises of the yard unfolding each season.
When raking leaves, be careful not to lose the mutt whose coat perfectly matches the season.
The recent time change handed Marlo’s sleep schedule several hits of acid…
The front of the house faces west, so the best light for the front yard happens in the late afternoon.
I took this a few hundred yards away from This Is The Place Park.