Sagebrush
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The sun sets over the balsamroot blazing a golden path across the foothills of Snow Mountain Ranch in the Upper Yakima Valley
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Empty road in the middle of the desert, Eastern Sierra Mountains, California
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Empty road in the middle of the desert, Eastern Sierra Mountains, California. Developed in color infrared.
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My friend Randy has been blessed to make a living as a cowboy. A hobby that has turned into much more is reciting cowboy poetry at gatherings near and far. This poem is on his first album. I can almost hear his melodic voice now… Ridin’ / by Charles Badger Clark There is some that like the city – Grass that’s curried smooth and green, / Theaytres and stranglin’ collars, Wagons run by gasoline - / But for me it’s hawse and saddle Every day without a change, / And a desert sun a-blazin’ On a hundred miles of range. Just a-ridin’, a-ridin’ – Desert Ripplin’ in the sun, / Mountains blue along the skyline - / I don’t envy anyone When I’m ridin’. When my feet is in the stirrups And my hawse is on the bust, / With his hoofs a-flashin’ lightnin’ From a cloud of golden dust, / And the bawlin’ of the cattle Is a-comin’ down the wind / Then a finer life than ridin’ Would be mighty hard to find. Just a-ridin’, a-ridin’ Splittin’ long cracks through the air, / Stirrin’ up a baby cyclone, Rippin’ up the prickly pear / As I’m ridin’. / / I don’t need no art exhibits When the sunset does her best, / Paintin’ everlastin’ glory On the mountains to the west / And your opery looks foolist When the night-bird starts his tune / And the desert’s silver mounted By the touches of the moon. Just a-ridin’, a-ridin’, Who kin envy kings and czars / When the coyotes down the valley Are a-singin’ to the stars, / If he’s ridin’? When my earthly trail is ended And my final bacon curled / And the last great roundup’s finished At the Home Ranch of the world / I don’t want no harps nor haloes, Robes nor other dressed up things - / Let me ride the starry ranges On a pinto hawse with wings! Just a-ridin’, a-ridin’- Nothin’ I’d like half so well / As a-rounin’ up the sinners That have wandered out of Hell, / And a-ridin’.
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A church abandoned in the ghost town of Bodie, California
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/ As I am looking out my office window at the falling snow I am drawn to a summer past, with the warmth of the rising sun on my back as I view the unfolding of a new day in the high desert of central Oregon and the eastern slope of the Cascade Mountains. I think I’m ready for some warm weather! This image was taken a couple of years ago from Round Butte located outside of Medras, Oregon looking west towards Mount Jefferson. I posted this image when I first joined RB but have reprocessed the image using the Orton effect which seems to work well with it. My thought was to creat a 1930’s style hand painted style postcard.
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As the day drew down, its golden light brought a brilliant golden glow to the yellow sage. The stallion looked at me looking at him … wary, but perhaps fully aware that an old human on two legs could never catch a young horse in the high brush. / Northern Steptoe Valley – Eastern Nevada / (2008.AUG.23) If you love wild horses, and would like to support their continued existence in North America: Please support the ROAM Act (HR1018) American Wild Horse Preservation Campaign RedBubble Album: Horses Of The High Desert Range
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In late September, when drought does not parch this land, the sage blooms brilliant yellow, and for a few weeks the landscape is a sea of eye-piercing gold. As the sun settled slowly into the western horizon, a wash of golden light poured over the vibrant yellow sage in bloom, setting the range ablaze. The stallion watched me; wary, but not frightened. Perhaps he sensed I meant no harm, or maybe just knew I could never reach him through the high brush. We shared that golden moment, and I thanked him for his pose. Schell Creek Mountains, eastern Nevada / (2007.09.06) Nevada’s Gold Exhibition / American Chamber Of Commerce / Vilnius, Lithuania If you love wild horses, and would like to support their continued existence in North America: Please support the ROAM Act (HR1018) American Wild Horse Preservation Campaign Canon 350D EOS / Tamron 55/200mm JASC PaintShop Pro 7 and Corel PhotoImpact x3
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The park contains the tallest sand dunes in North America, rising about 750 feet (230 m) from the floor of the San Luis Valley on the western base of the Sangre de Cristo Range, covering about 19,000 acres (77 km²). They are perhaps 12,000 years old. The dunes were formed from sand deposits of the Rio Grande and its tributaries, flowing through the San Luis Valley. Over the ages, westerly winds picked up sand particles from the river flood plain. As the wind lost power before crossing the Sangre de Cristo Range, the sand was deposited on the east edge of the valley. This process continues, and the dunes are slowly growing. The wind changes the shape of the dunes daily. There are several streams flowing on the perimeter of the dunes. The streams erode the edge of the dune field, and sand is carried downstream. The water disappears into the ground, depositing sand on the surface. Winds pick up the deposits of sand, and blow them up onto the dune field once again. Digging a few inches into the dunes even at their peaks reveals wet sand. If the streams were to dry up, the dunes would disappear; in fact part of the motivation of turning the Monument into a National Park was the extra protection of the water, which Colorado’s cities and agriculture covet. -Wikipedia
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On the eastern side of the remote, high-mountain San Luis Valley, between the Blanca Massif and Crestone Needle, are the Great Sand Dunes, the tallest sand dunes in North America. The dunes cover approximately 39 square miles and rise to almost 750’ above the valley floor. Once again, a fantastic sunset near Great Sand Dunes National Park..but this time done with HDR treatment. This HAS to be viewed larger for the details!
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From the outlaying open range just outside the town of Kamloops, B.C. Canada / /
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A baby elk fawn hidden amongst sagebrush by its mother. Careful not to stress the baby, my companions and I quietly edged toward the youngster. Not moving a muscle, the fawn’s defense mechanism was in full sway. Elk fawns remain motionless when left by their mothers for short periods of time…apparently scentless, the babies are difficult for predators to detect when they remain motionless. This fawn did not flinch or twitch a muscle upon our approach. Mother elk remained in hiding in some nearby trees, wary of us but not sufficiently alarmed to attack. This being bear country we remained vigilant for any possible grizzlies’ approach on the mountain meadow. Retreating as quickly as possible in order to allow mother elk to return to her fawn’s side, I thanked both mama and her baby for this special encounter, wishing them both godspeed. Canon 50D, Tamron 28-75mm lens, shutter 1/80, f/9.0, exposure bias -0.67, focal length 70mm, ISO 100 May 30, 2009
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While trying desperately to find a good sunrise (and failing), I stumbled upon a ranch where this horse was looking ever so majestic.
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The old man waved an arm across the golden field of blooming sage upon the old ore dump. He shook his head and chuckled, And they say that mining ruins the land …!” I felt moved by sympathy for a man unable to comprehend the changes he has witnessed here, and a bit of sadness in knowing that this sagebrush may be the last of the gold ever produced by the Exchequer Mine. RedBubble Album: / Mines and Mills* / (2007.09.15) / Cherry Creek Mountains – Eastern Nevada
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The park contains the tallest sand dunes in North America, rising about 750 feet (230 m) from the floor of the San Luis Valley on the western base of the Sangre de Cristo Range, covering about 19,000 acres (77 km²). They are perhaps 12,000 years old. The dunes were formed from sand deposits of the Rio Grande and its tributaries, flowing through the San Luis Valley. Over the ages, westerly winds picked up sand particles from the river flood plain. As the wind lost power before crossing the Sangre de Cristo Range, the sand was deposited on the east edge of the valley. This process continues, and the dunes are slowly growing. The wind changes the shape of the dunes daily. There are several streams flowing on the perimeter of the dunes. The streams erode the edge of the dune field, and sand is carried downstream. The water disappears into the ground, depositing sand on the surface. Winds pick up the deposits of sand, and blow them up onto the dune field once again. Digging a few inches into the dunes even at their peaks reveals wet sand. If the streams were to dry up, the dunes would disappear; in fact part of the motivation of turning the Monument into a National Park was the extra protection of the water, which Colorado’s cities and agriculture covet. -Wikipedia /
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The drive from Winnemucca to Boise starts with a mountain and sage….
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LATE AFTERNOON STAGECOACH from an original watercolor by SHARON SHARPE
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A welded sign from near Eagle Mountain, Utah. Prohibiting from dumping junk/garbage in a sagebrush field.
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The shadow of the Tetons contains many wonders both natural and man made…
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This sunflower was past its prime but still standing strong near Dillon, Montana.
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Ladybug, Wyoming thank you for viewing!~ no edits, as is
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