Landscape 3: Evening

In Yellowstone’s Lamar Valley, as we watched fruitlessly for wolves in the evenings, the sun occasionally leaked through the omnipresent low clouds:

Once it gave us a rainbow:

And once it came in low and sideways, washing the flanks of the hills

We had our backs to those hills, and the light crept up on us almost unawares:

I am glad I turned around, and lifted up mine eyes unto the hills:

What Thomas Chatterton called “the burnish’d mountain-top”, but this one was masquerading as a sand dune.

Partial compensation for the dearth of wolves.