I applied to work at Glacier this summer, but didn't get the job.
The burn is dark as pitch; imagine two deep green eyes staring out at you.
This view on my return trip through the burnt woods.
I took this picture at Rocky Point, which I saw on my trip back.
I saw this on the side of the road somewhere and had to stop to take a picture. There are a lot of things that I got too lazy to stop for, and I kick myself every time I think about them. Like when I saw a calico cat curled up on a rusty hood and didn't bother taking a picture. The cat almost blended in with the rust.