|Nice Buck Looking at Me|
I have been on a bit of a writing break, or summer vacation the last couple of weeks. With that time off, I missed my post last week but never fear I am back, be it good or bad.
|Here We Are, Spending Time in the Blackhills Last Week|
When the weather is nice, I try to spend as much time as possible in the woods, forests, and mountains of Wyoming.
|This One About Four Miles From Home|
This week, doing some research for a project, I ran across the works of John Hector St. John. Although he never ventured farther west than New York State he had some profound things to say about what he viewed in the west or wilderness of early America. At the time and his writing it was the middle and late 1700s, well before even the first mountain men came west.
|Mountain Man Camp at Fort Laramie|
Crevecoeur was a Frenchmen who moved to America became a citizen/farmer and later writer. His volume of essays, Letters from an American Farmer, quickly became a best seller in Europe making him one of the first Americans to experience a best seller in Europe. His stories gave Europeans a first look at what one of their own thought of America.
|Wonder if St. John Had Views Like This to Write About?|
Today I thought I might share a few of my favorite photos from my time in the woods this summer. Not exactly the essays of St. John, but still nice.
|Albino Mule Deer Peeking From Behind a Bush|
I must tell you, that there is something in the proximity of the woods, which is very singular. It is with men as it is with the plants and animals that grow and live in the forests; they are entirely different from those that live in the plains.
J. Hector St. John Crevecoeur
|Elk - I Snapped This Just At The End of Daylight|