September Schwabacher by jeffclow

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The new beaver pond at the southern end of Schwabacher Landing in Grand Teton National Park….

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Autumn Schwabacher by jeffclow

Off the beaten path in Jackson Hole, Wyoming a couple of years ago…..

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End of the Trail by jeffclow

© Jeff R. Clow

End of the trail at Schwabacher Landing, Jackson Hole, Wyoming….

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Morning Oxbow by jeffclow

Morning light illuminates Mount Moran at Oxbow Bend, Jackson Hole, Wyoming, USA…earlier this summer.

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Warm Light in the West by jeffclow

I was standing at this spot in the Professor Valley of Utah alone one late afternoon day and the moment seemed frozen in time.

No evidence of man in front of me and just a deeply hidden memory in my brain of all the times I watched westerns as a kid and thought of places like this as “the old west”.

I kept listening for the sounds of a cavalry bugle to echo across the landscape…

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Morning at the Barn by jeffclow

The alarm rings so early and you’re dragging yourself out of bed when the rest of the world is sound asleep.

You meet your friends in the breakfast nook of the motel and they are all across the board – some chipper and raring to go and some groggy from a too short night in a foreign bed.

A look outside shows a clear early morning, but since you are in town you have no idea of what lies up the ridge in the park.

As you pile in the cars, you’re hopeful that nature will smile upon you.

When you arrive at the old homestead along Mormon Row, there’s a couple of people waiting in cars and it is almost pitch black outside. As you and your friends exit the vehicles there’s a smattering of good natured banter as cameras and tripods are pulled out of the back of the vehicles.

As we walk to the old barn, there’s a chill in the air and you can just see the first rays of light creeping up the eastern mountain range.

You show your friends where to stand for the classic shot… and you tell them about the history of this fascinating structure that you’ve grown to love over the years.

As you stand in a semi-circle with anticipation, others begin to arrive and they take their spots along the edges.

The light begins to illuminate the Teton range and you are able to clearly see low hanging clouds on top of the Snake River at the base of the mountain range.

You remind everyone that the first rays that illuminate the barn will turn the hundred year old lumber a shade of morning red for a few brief seconds and you tell them it will happen so quickly that they can easily miss it if they aren’t focused on the barn.

And then the two windows begin to show that faint glimmer of light from the sun, and you know it is time. You say out loud – “here it comes” and the silence is broken by a dozen shutters being released up and down the line….and someone says “oh my gosh”.

The world is asleep….and you are so very awake.

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