Buffalo Bill Cody Scenic Byway winds through the Shoshone National Forest, Cody, Wyoming. We drove thru Wapiti Valley to the East entrance of Yellowstone National Park. Passed a lot of unusual rock formations.
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Showing posts with label Wyoming. Show all posts
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Thursday, September 28, 2017
Shoshone National Forest
The Chief Joseph Scenic Highway runs through the Shoshone National Forest.
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Wednesday, September 27, 2017
The Lonely Tree at Devil's Canyon
I always like taking pictures of lone trees against vast backgrounds and wide open spaces. It's leaves and broken branches show the harsh weather conditions it had to endure. I named this the "Lonely Tree" among the rocks and prairie bush.
Big Horn Canyon
Big Horn Mountain Range in Big Horn Canyon Recreation Area in Wyoming. We had the park mainly to ourselves since we were the only tourist on the road. We drove miles without seeing a car or truck. We had visitors of Big Horn Sheep to block the road. The scenery was truly spectacular!
Monday, January 23, 2017
Friday, January 13, 2017
Wandering River
To The River
Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
Of beauty- the unhidden heart-
The playful maziness of art
In old Alberto's daughter;
But when within thy wave she looks-
Which glistens then, and trembles-
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
Her worshipper resembles;
For in his heart, as in thy stream,
Her image deeply lies-
His heart which trembles at the beam
Of her soul-searching eyes.
Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
Of beauty- the unhidden heart-
The playful maziness of art
In old Alberto's daughter;
But when within thy wave she looks-
Which glistens then, and trembles-
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
Her worshipper resembles;
For in his heart, as in thy stream,
Her image deeply lies-
His heart which trembles at the beam
Of her soul-searching eyes.
Edgar Allen Poe
Peace Like A River
It Is Well with My Soul
When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea-billows roll,
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to know;
"It is well, it is well with my soul."
Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed his own blood for my soul.
My sin - oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin - not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to His cross and I bear it no more;
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul.
And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend-
"Even so - it is well with my soul."
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live,
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou shalt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
When sorrows like sea-billows roll,
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to know;
"It is well, it is well with my soul."
Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed his own blood for my soul.
My sin - oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin - not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to His cross and I bear it no more;
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul.
And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend-
"Even so - it is well with my soul."
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live,
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou shalt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
By Horatio G. Spafford (1828-1888)
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Far Over the Mountains
“He loved mountains, or he had loved the thought of them marching on the edge of stories brought from far away; but now he was borne down by the insupportable weight of Middle-earth. He longed to shut out the immensity in a quiet room by a fire.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
Snake River
“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.”
― W.B. Yeats, The Land of Heart's Desire
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