Flying over Arches National Park.
A portrait of the foothills.
The untouched snow right after a storm rivals anything you could create with CGI.
Watching the inversion lift.
The view from a self-imposed exile.
Are you rubbing your eyes and doing a double take? Is this worse than if I had kidnapped your mom?
On the Fourth of July I accompanied Chris and Carol on a hike up to Cecret Lake, a small watershed up the hill from Alta Ski Resort. Glorious. Just, indescribably magnificent.
This was one of my favorite shots from the day trip to Montana last week. It reminds me of something my Aunt Lola would paint with oil on canvas. Maybe I’ll call her up and commission this and she can tell me about her bunions and irritable bowels.