Suddenly, I got it, the fascination with Mammoth Hot Springs Terraces in Yellowstone National Park. At first, I was a bit confounded. From the parking lot, the gray rocks look cool, but cool enough to draw a crowd?
Much like many of the awe inspiring spots in nature, you walk and walk. Just when you find yourself wondering, is this it? Mother Nature drops a big old TaDa in front of you.
Mammoth Hot Springs Terraces is a beautiful succession of reveals. Making it one of my top recommendations of what to see in Yellowstone National Park.
The day we arrived the sky was an epic sweep of grayscale clouds. A challenging setup for my ongoing photography lesson. How to do this place justice in a photograph, I wondered over and over.
I decided to focus on two elements. Color and texture. Slowly trickling mineral waters, over time, have created ever changing pools of intricate patterns.
Fields of what I believe to be limestone, surface a bevy of photographic options. Details, details everywhere!
With the skies awash in low lying clouds, everywhere I looked cried out to be photographed. Reality, a painting.
Lesson two from my Husband a professional photographer jumped to mind. “Think about the why behind every photo you take. What are you trying to say, by taking this photo.”
The number three reminds me of my Husband and his parents. A strong small family. This photo is his family. Travelers, adventures, three.
For the first time in our travels together, I was dragging behind Bello. Typically, he’s the one stopping to take all the photos. I’d never had a professional camera to work with before. So the Canon 5D Mark II now in my hands, slowed me down, extending my final surprise.
Sorry, did I just take a wrong turn and end up on planet Krypton? Where’s Superman? Is he home? Mother Nature’s final surprise at Mammoth Hot Springs Terraces is a splendid display of Travertine stepping to the sky.
Deep volcanic forces are at work in Yellowstone. Where it’s power is expressed boldly in eruptions at Upper Geyser Basin here at Mammoth Hot Springs, it’s a more subtle display. A trickling build up, over time forming a frozen waterfall.
As the flow shifts, so too does the color. The striking whites warm against the cooling gray.
I asked Bello if he’d been here before. Yes, with his parents, he couldn’t remember his age, but he could recall standing right here, at this very spot.
Lesson two, why take a photograph. To freeze a memory of family in time for my Husband. Ti amo amore mio.