Sometimes when I look at what I shot I scratch my head and wonder: What was I thinking?
Mostly though, I take photos because in my whacky little mind, something about the scene makes me laugh, wonder or ponder.
Most of the photos usually only have significance to me and leave others wondering: "What?!"
Since, however, this is my online journal, I post away--regardless of the poor quality.
Hopefully, years from now, when I look back at these posts, I will have that same sense of "quirkiness" that induced me to take the photos in the first place,
That being said...
Took me a few seconds to realize why all the fire hydrants have these four to five foot red and white stripped poles attached to the top. Anchorage averages 79 inches of snow annually.
Can't get enough of the views of the mountains, although I haven't yet figured out which range is which.
I realize part of the beauty of Wyoming’s flat, open landscape—there’s nothing to get in the way of the magnificent sky and mountains in the distance.
I remember the first time I drove out to the Wal-Mart in Laramie and saw the full range of the Snowies in the distance. I still find it breathtaking, even after nearly two years. This view--although it may not appear so--most definitely has that vista beat.
Wish that I could see the Northern Lights. Alas, I happen to be visiting Alaska during the wrong season, which can only mean one thing: a return trip!
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