Yellowstone: A World Unto Its Own

I recently returned from an epic trip out west with my mom, my most compatible traveling companion. We wound our way through the deserts of New Mexico, the mountains of Colorado, and eventually made our way up to that always beautiful and at times otherworldly place, our first national park, Yellowstone. I have been going to Yellowstone since I was tiny. An appreciation for the place is, seemingly, woven into my DNA, through generations of anxious Midwest travelers seeking grandeur out west. I won’t go into detail here, partly because I don’t know where to begin, and partly because others have been doing it better for over a century. Instead I will show you a handful of the photographs I took on this most recent trip. Enjoy.



Psst. More photos behind door #2.


The Allure of Abandonment

One of the many aspects I find exciting about photography is its ability to nudge you to see things you would not have noticed otherwise. Some will argue that photography draws a person away from experiencing the here and now of a moment by zeroing in on fragments and thus forgetting to take in the whole breadth of a situation. But I will argue that, on the contrary, photography can help you experience a moment more deeply by forcing you to take stock of a situation, its myriad components, and how they all fit together.

Here is a succession of photos that made me think of this —








Had I not been enticed by the discord of an abandoned trailer, I would not have noticed the windows’ layers of broken glass, and consequently, this lovely spider preparing itself a meal.





As a new gardener I find myself looking more and more at the plants and flowers around me, thinking about what would look spiffy in my garden. I especially love a natural, free-spirited look, and the wildflowers of northern Minnesota definitely deliver on that front.


Reaching for the sun