Early this afternoon I took a drive up into the foothills of the Bighorn Mountains (my back yard). Spring officially announced its arrival about a week ago, and the foothills are changing out their winter coats of brown and snowy white for their finest spring greens, and here and there the first wildflowers are shaking off their long winter sleep in bursts of lavender. Since this trip into the foothills was a whim on my way to the grocery store (did not make it there) I did not have my camera, but I’m making another trip tomorrow, so I’ll edit this post and put in a picture or two in a couple days.
I find that I naturally follow the seasons of mother nature – her rhythms – when not tied to a normal 8-5 job, and spring is a time of rebirth and renewal; a time to get underway. Late last year I signed up for a photographic workshop this June with an outstanding landscape photographer, Rodney Lough Jr., in Grand Teton National Park near Yellowstone. Three solid days of taking photos and trekking up and down mountains and trails in one of the most beautiful areas America has to offer.
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