Even the bison have a powdered sugar coating on their fur. The whole meadow has been transformed into a fairyland scene. As I wander around Old Faithful Geyser Basin, streams slip by under snow-capped rocks, muffled by the thickness of the snow. There is a quietness to the land, a hush that comes from new-fallen snow. The golden rays of the morning sun are pushing through the rising steam and skimming the surface of the snow-covered meadow.
Winter provides a plethora of opportunities for photographs.
The hardwood trees are skeletal forms in their naked stance. Once-cluttered scenes can take on a whole new look when covered with a blanket of fresh snow. Here and there, singular animal tracks tell the story of winter life. The low angle of the sun throws long shadows across the pared-down landscape, and with the lack of color, our images can become studies in form and shape. With all the whiteness of a snowy scene, camera meters go a little berserk.