Glacier Park

Yesterday, I drove half a day from Helena to reach Glacier National Park.  The whole of Montana is green now.   The prairies are painted with wildflowers.  The forests are filled with expanding light and all manner of wild creatures passing through.  The rivers and streams are nearly flouncing free of their banks.

 

Glacier Park never fails to fill me with awe—something about the mountains freshly hewn from solid stone.  Once set free from the high snowfields there, snowmelt waters tumble and stitch down from the peaks to feed lush green catchments and slopes where wildflowers sometimes touch the passing clouds.  In the deep valleys, aquamarine waters gather together to form deafening cascades before finally pooling into clear lakes.

Posted are a couple of photographs I captured.

--Mitchell Hegman