Along the trail around Bear Lake, RMNP, Colorado, 2012.
“You air that serves me with breath to speak!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings, and give them shape!
You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers!
You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides!
I think you are latent with unseen existences—you are so dear to me.”
-Walt Whitman, from Song of the Open Road