I voiced my love for solitude out loud. Big mistake. Judgement came in the form of, don’t get too used to that or you will become lonely. I laughed. Lonely?

OK. Noted.

I think being alone and being lonely are two different things, but that’s for another day.

Today, like most days, I fling my camera across my shoulder and just go. Other days I hop in the Jeep and make sure the stereo is off. I like quiet too. Where I go doesn’t always matter unless I am in charge of dinner or the evening gathering at the campfire.

Then I need to have a watch.

My love of solitude comes from nature.  The  moments are specific to me and my time wandering, watching and waiting.  Sometimes it is an opportunity for reflection and just hearing quiet.

Mount Washburn region

I love those days to recharge and to appreciate the ever-changing canvas, but it is the wow moments that I love to bring home. Those memories are a gift from my camera.


In Yellowstone we are nature’s guest. It is where we met nature in it’s most spectacular showing. Everywhere you turn there is something new to explore to ponder and to question. There is no where else in the world where you can see so many changes in the earth at the same time you watch animals in their native habitat.

Yellow-bellied marmot

So I go. I silence the mind for now.

The truth is I love the chance to share our mountain oasis.  And if you want to visit solitary, I can arrange that.  It is hidden in the hills above Old Faithful.

IMG_1576.JPGI promise it will wow you.

DSC_0087Always grateful for this beautiful place we also call…home.

Thank you or stopping by, Donna


The Daily Post: Silent Solitary

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