I know someone who loves to drive from San Francisco to Park City. He has figured out the best pit stops to break up the trip. It is like a meditation, to get away from it all and just drive…
A winter storm rolls into Park City, the temperature drops twenty degrees in five minutes. Hail and snow swirl in the wind as the mountains and road turn to ice.
The ride from Park City through Parley’s Pass is a beauty! The road snakes its way between the mountain walls on either side of the pass.
In Big Sky Country, one sees all kinds of things:rainbows, jet trails, mist and clouds.
Early morning sun bathes Parley’s Pass in a moving symphony of warmth.
California has its own kind of light: reflections and halos at twilight.
Big sky, dark sky. Shimmering shadows by the light of the moon.
Words and phrases of positivity subliminally form clouds in the sky. Let them enfold you on your journey through this life.
Mini mountains reflect the moons’ light in an icy blue world.