where seldom is heard

Been a while since I’ve put anything on here, and I haven’t felt like I had much to share in either ideas or images. But this last summer we did the big loop. Two weeks in a van camper, 2500 miles, starting and ending in Seattle by way of San Juan Island, across the Cascades through Spokane and Cour D’Alene to Glacier National Park (both sides), on down Montana to Wyoming and Yellowstone NP and back through Idaho and Washington. It left a mark.

If you’ve ever been, you know. If you haven’t been, you need to. To understate it greatly, the West is big. It opens your eyes. Your mind struggles a bit with the vastness of the vistas. It can make you feel a bit unprotected and unmoored, and it was just awesome– in the literal sense of the word. I wanted to capture everything in my camera, knowing it was really way beyond capture. The views, the stillness, the changing colors and light and shadows. The geology. The wildlife. So I took a lot of pictures any way.

Not really to capture it but to let it remind and inform me. As we drove for hours on end, we got stiff and sore, but never ever bored. Everywhere we looked there was just more.

Here’s a sampling in black and white, as a small homage to Ansel Adams, someone who really saw the West. I”ll tackle some color ones next.

As we drove I kept thinking of the old hymn How Great Thou Art–
O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works Thy hands have made,
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy pow’r thru-out the universe displayed!

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!