Paintings of Wyoming - Day 3, Monday

What lies behind the clouds... Hiking up a rock-climbing "training" mountain

Don't look down...

Seriously Maddie...don't look down!

Ever the cautious one...

Looking down towards Jackson Hole...and the road they paved right down the middle of it...

That's me on the bottom left...

Old and new...the rejouvenation of Yellowstone

Road construction...again...

Moose Falls

Geyser Basin at Old Faithful

...and then the rain came...

...and then Old Faithful FINALLY erupted :)

At Camp Sinclair

Buildin' a far

Until tomorrow...

Paintings of Wyoming - Day 2, Sunday

My eyes were gazing upward the entire day, for Wyoming has the most beautiful sky in the country...

They also have the most road construction...
..and the best views of the Teton Range

Surveying the damage to the Mini...

from both gravel and grasshoppers..

Exploring in her Sunday-best...

Layers...Jackson, WY

...reading up on proper bear-fighting techniques...

Heading for camp at Gros Ventre (French for "Big Belly", as in: You're gonna be in the big belly of that bison if you stay at this campground)

Good-night sun...and wonderful Wyoming Sky...

Paintings of Wyoming - Day 1, Saturday

Lake McConaughy - Kingsley Dam

Colorful motel in Broadwater, NE

Driving to Alliance, NE

Carhenge - Alliance, NE

A new addition

Rest Stop - the bare necessities

Redwood Water Tower - Lusk, WY

Truck Stop - Orin, WY

Clouds...leading us onward

Evening walk - Douglas, WY

Sunset - Douglas, WY

Not nearly as good as the Friday evening before...

This Side of the Clouds

This side of the clouds, I sit and gaze

Not far off on the other, You gaze back...

Painting...

A wonderous sight to behold, the sky

Ever-changing...ever-beautiful

Ever-perfect...

The light, the wind, the rain

all a brush...

a canvas...

How fortunate are we

to be

this side of the clouds.

My Life is But a Weaving...

My life is but a weaving

between my Lord and me...

I cannot choose the colors

He worketh steadily...

Oft times he weaveth sorrow
and I in foolish pride...

forget He sees the upper

but I the underside...

Not till the loom is silent
and the shuttles cease to fly...

shall God unroll the canvas
and explain the reason why...

The dark threads are as needed

in the Weaver's skillful hand...

as threads of gold and silver

in the pattern life has planned.

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