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I walked through a cemetery on a day which was neither spring nor winter, when I was neither young nor old. It was a time of in betweens all around, with bright sun and a biting, north breeze and me falling smack in the middle of the born-on died-on dates carved into the granite and marble. Geese passed fast overhead with no regard to direction, carried on the wind as though they, too, were undecided about where they should be going this time of year. There were narrow roads through the stones, covered in places with clean, crushed rock, holding...

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It's unseasonably warm for February in Wyoming, but the wind cuts out of the west at more than 50 miles an hour as though Nature is attempting to balance herself. The mud flats at the mouth of Buffalo Bill Reservoir on the North Fork of the Shoshone River are ripped skyward, a virtual haboob sailing east over the half-open lake. High above, on the peaks of the Absaroka Beartooth Mountains, similar trails of snow twist from cornices, streaming in the gale like clouds. Tall grasses along the river, which for ten thousand years have drawn elk, deer, and bighorn sheep...

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This is a wonderful time of year for sunset pictures in Montana. I don't see the deep, crimson colors that our summers bring, but there is often a beautiful contrast between yellows, pinks, and blues, with trailing clouds showing great movement anytime I can use a longer exposure. The sun is also setting later now... a whole two minutes today according to my much-watched calendar (anyone who's grown up in the North Country knows the euphoric feeling of seeing short, winter days begin inching longer). But even with slightly-longer days, the western twilight - that in-between time when the sun...

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I remember getting a Polaroid camera when I was a young boy and taking a picture of my giant, stub-tailed cat, Lynx, sitting on our front porch. As the picture slid out of the camera, colors taking shape, the image appearing right before me, Lynx had already decided he didn't want to model further and had moved off. I stared at the photo in my hands, showing him - albeit in low resolution - where he'd been moments earlier, and it hit me that with a picture I was able to freeze a moment in time. I could preserve an...

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