There I was, a lone photographer, photographing the lone photographer:
Amid the fabulous mountains. In the morning, they gripped the clouds:
In the evening, defying the sunset, they resisted any golden tinging:
(The Grand Teton photoset.)
August 8, 2006
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Beautiful pictures.... dazzling scenery!
As with the Grand Canyon and many places in the west, pictures do not capture the experience. But having been there its a beautiful reminder. Get out and experience these things.
Shake-and-bake: Throughout the intermountain West, there are several mountains that locals refer to as "Molly's Nipple". Not Rebecca's, Jane's, or Juanita's; Molly's. With many of these formations, it doesn't take much squinting to appreciate why the mountain was so named. A question I've often pondered, how did all these mountains, named by different explorers, come to be named after the same women (and was she proud of or embarrassed by the "honor")? She must have been something special.
Ann,
You've got a great eye!
I love all of these parks. My only regret about the Grand Teton National Park is that I've not had the chance to see it properly. To fully appreciate it's majesty, I get the feeling you need to get out of the car and strap on a backpack. I don't suppose you can fully do justice to any of the parks without doing some hiking, but you can see much of Yellowstone, Yosemite, Zion, Bryce Canyon, or even the Grand Canyon without going far from your car. The Tetons seem to demand much more.
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