I have so many images from our latest Honeymoon to the Yellowstone country that I would like to share, but most of them have stories that need to go with them, and there just doesn't seem to be time to get those stories down. But here is one of my favorites from the trip:

That, my friends, is the steam clouds rising from the West Thumb geyser fields, reflected in Lake Yellowstone by the light of a nearly full moon. Taken Friday night, at nearly eleven o'clock, as we wended our way back to Lake from Old Faithful. A nighttime drive of what, forty-some miles, along a narrow winding highway lined with tall, dark conifers, occassionally looking out over the calm, placid lake. With deer feeding along the road shoulders, and elk bugling not far away in the trees. Only one other vehicle in the last twenty miles.

A photo taken laying on the cool, damp, dark earth, camera propped on a dead tree limb to keep the image steady for what seemed like a quarter-minute. Knowing full well this is grizzly country, and there could be one five meters away and I could never tell. Knowing full well that a bear happening along was extremely unlikely, but just the possibility added a tingle to the shot.

A drive so pleasant that we took the scenic detour, at nearly midnight, to add several miles and many minutes to the journey, along a lakeside route that was much narrower, much darker, and more unfamiliar than the main road. The lights of our destination reflected off the dark waters, far across the bay.