Fishing Clark's Fork one day, Climbing Beartooth Highway (in a car) the next.
Inspiration from sun and shadows.
Remembering the poem, "Two men looked through prison bars. One saw mud, the other, stars." ~Langbridge
My dad taught me to see things in the clouds from a very young age. We had a huge cellar at our home there by the reservoir. The cellar door was wide and slanted. We'd lie there looking up at the sky and he'd point things out to me. As I learned to talk, I started pointing things out to him. We could go on like that forever. When I look up and see things in the clouds, it seems we have. Dad would have loved Wyoming.