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.
This past July I my boyfriend and I took a week off to go to Glacier National Park. I had wanted to travel there for a while due to the plentiful opportunities for backpackers. And boy, I was not disappointed.
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.
There is some messy business in between catching and eating a fish. I am fortunate that my boyfriend is willing to clean ’em and gut ’em for the both of us.