Yellowstone: Where The Wild Things Are

The world ended at Midway geyser basin, Yellowstone. Fujifilm X-T1, 35mm

The world ended at Midway geyser basin, Yellowstone. Fujifilm X-T1, 35mm

I know. I stole the title of this post. I love that book. Read it over and over as a kid, I remember this book as feeling like diving into a magic world. I even kinda liked a lot of the movie. When we entered Yellowstone in October 2014 I felt we had found the Wild Things. We had only just passed through the entrance, when a buffalo casually strolled down the road passing right by our car like it was just heading down for a morning coffee. Clearly, here was magic.

I was born in nature. Yeah ok, I was born on a farm, I am not Mowgli. Still, I grew up being in and around nature and working with animals everyday. I do miss it. It is time to go back to Where the Wild Things Are soon.

Old Faithful. Homage to Charlene, who took a much better version of this shot.

Old Faithful. Homage to Charlene, who took a much better version of this shot.

Wild Things are closer than they appear!

Wild Things are closer than they appear!

Ok, it is a corny shot of a rainbow. But Wild Things live here. And magic.

Ok, it is a corny shot of a rainbow. But Wild Things live here. And magic.

The Wild Things go back on the road

The Wild Things go back on the road

Even the sunset feels the need to be extraordinary here.

Even the sunset feels the need to be extraordinary here.

 

2 Comments on “Yellowstone: Where The Wild Things Are”

    1. Oh dear, hahaha, I cannot believe I did that. The entire day writing this post I had the two names mixed up, I do not know how. Then of course, I end up naming the post wrongly too. Doh! Thanks for pointing it out Zane.

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