The lone wanderer
“All men are lonely. But sometimes it seems to me that we Americans are the loneliest of all. Our hunger for foreign places and new ways has been with us almost like a national disease. Our literature is stamped with a quality of longing and unrest, and our writers have been great wanderers.”
My plan is to move on and to see what might come before me. A contact and friend wrote on my last photo: "Wouldn't have gotten this fantastic shot if you were comfortable elsewhere - Great shot :D," and it resonated with me. Suddenly all of my concerns felt foolish and my resolve to continue became solid. And then some more challenges came down, along with some family concern. Nothing worth having is easy, none of it, no matter what choice I make. Neither would be the wrong decision. I need to give the travels more time. I need more shots like this and some of the others. I need to see more and need to breathe the air of the wild. At the same time, I need more time with my grandchildren. For either endeavor there would never be enough time. And so I will wander some more and then eventually return home for good.
It took a couple of days to upload all of those photos. Had to hook the computer up to ethernet and it was slow and wouldn't allow me to do anything else. Finally got it freed up this afternoon, after downloading a few other things as well.
One evening I was driving back to camp, kind of anxious to get there, and saw the horses grazing near the cottonwood trees. This white horse was way off my itself, with sideways evening light making the golden colors light up. The horse was a long ways off but to me the scenery was a stunning, peaceful image of the perfectly quiet moments in the Tetons.