In the air of night, breathing is the only sound of life as snow falls […]
Time stands still the longer I stay at the Old Faithful snow lodge in Yellowstone
The storm of the century rolls over The West. I pull the blanket up closer […]
Yellowstone in winter at the Old Faithful Lodge
I leave Salt Lake City and my family on a rainy morning. Christmas is over […]
chasing Nature’s shadows and light
On morning’s first light, I rise from the confines of a warm sleeping bag and […]
finding an Old West prison
  Along the desolate stretch of Interstate 80, between snow covered sagebrush and endless Wyoming […]