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  • It was still night when we left the lodge. On the way to Jackson Lake several elk and a huge moose crossed our road.

    Finally we stood for a very long time in the cold. There was fog, the sun had to work very hard to send its rays through and to illuminate the world.

    Hardly any car on the road behind us yet. Here and there another photographer. Silence. Real silence for minutes. I try to not move my freezing feet so as not to break that silence.

    I hear a tiny sound: a breeze has begun and Little waves leap on to the lakeshore in front of my feet. A short distance away a boat dances on these waves, they make a different, more hollow sound as they kiss the boat.

    Suddenly screaming cuts the silence! Someone attacked by a bear ( there are traces of bears and their poop all over the place!)?

    I hold my breath...then flocks of ducks fly by: THEY are the ones screaming!

    In between the flocks of birds silence keeps cuddling us.

    Fog lifts and plays with the still dark shapes of the mountains, every few seconds another image!

    Finally the miracle happens: first the clouds and then the mountain tops turn orange and red and redder.

    What a beautiful planet I am given to live on and have come out of!

    I wonder: Out there in Space . are there at this momento other intelligent and sensitive beings on other planets watching beauties that probably my wildest fanatsy cannot even imagine, and think just the same as I do: What gorgeous beauty?
    Photography in Gran Teton National Park by Kiki
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