Driving across this vast and beautiful country is like watching the ever shifting canvas of a landscape painting brought to life.
The low-angled autumn sun strikes the slopes and plains with a luminous glow, intensifying the colors of the changing leaves and dried vegetation.
A diversity of geologic forms and textures undulate into and out of view as they tell their stories of creation and destruction.
Drifting clouds decorate the wide blue sky with shades of gray, occasionally obscuring the bright white bulb of the sun.
Mirrored in the lakes and rivers are impressions of a deep blue watery world where trees and mountains ripple in the wind.
The hand of humankind is evident across the blacktopped roads and gently curving wooden snow fences, on the faces of history carved into stone, by the blanket of crops and scattering of cattle, and in the buildings and towns that rise above the horizon.
Each of us at the intersection of past, present and future, moving through space and time, counting down the hours and the miles as we marvel at the miracle of it all.
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| Lambs Canyon, near Park City, Utah |
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| Along I80 passing through Rock Springs, Wyoming |
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| Late afternoon outside Casper, Wyoming |
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| The Black Hills of South Dakota |
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| Mt. Rushmore |
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| Custer State Park |
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| Sylvan Lake |
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| Rapid City, South Dakota |
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| Where the Great Plains and the Badlands meet |
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| Badlands National Park |
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| Near Alden, Minnesota |
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| Naperville, Illinois |
