The sagebrush seems empty, then it shimmers...a grizzly walks out, swings her mighty head toward the road and moves into the open with cubs tumbling behind her...I blink and the sagebrush is empty again.
Some are ghosts of moments that seem to echo year after year...and each year there are more of them.
Little did I know that the grizzlies I watched and the people I met that spring would change my life.
Seeing, photographing and painting bears might have been my "goal"...but it has been the experiences along the way that have been of real value.
There are the ghosts of times when I escaped to the park to sort out the pieces after one sort of heartbreak or another...and exquisite moments of wonder that happily haunt me still.
I've tried to hold on and, finally, learned to let go.
The ghosts and the bears keep the Parks alive in my heart...and, maybe just as importantly, keep my heart alive in the Parks.
Originally published June 15, 2007