I came back to Yellowstone in the spring after nearly 20 years. Bears were coming out of hibernation and the iconic bison were shaking off their winter's coat of lethargy. I had forgotten how beautiful the place was, how rich the palette of colors and textures. I had f...
I saw them first many Novembers ago and heard their triumphant trumpet calls, a hundred or more sandhill cranes riding south on a thermal above the Rio Grande Valley, and that day their effortless flight and their brassy music got into my...
