What would it be like, I wonder, to walk through the winter miracle that is Yellowstone? To smell the snow in the air and feel the forest around one and rise early to absorb the winter light.
I yearn to know.
One Christmas in the mid-1950s, I received a Viewmaster for Christmas. The slides that accompanied this "toy" were of Yellowstone and its wonders. Steaming pools of brilliant color, Old Faithful reaching for the sky, bison and wolves. I can still see in my mind's eye those small film images mounted on round stiff disks. Yellowstone, Crater Lake and other National Parks.
It occurs to me that my passion for photography started there and with the Kodak brownie camera that came about the same time.
