These trees have faithfully grown along the Gallatin River for many years. It’s likely that they have shown up in a photo or two as folks stopped to watch Moose browsing on the willows, but it’s not as likely that they have been the subject of a photo. I decided these young versions of the much more mature trees in the background deserved some credit for making my drive to West Yellowstone extra special. With temperatures hovering next to 0°f, the relatively warmer river water was forming a stunning blanket of fog that rolled off the river and enveloped the trees in a dreamy layer of vapor. I watched for 15 minutes or so as the fog ebbed and flowed much like my creative energy has lately. It felt so good to stand in deep snow, breath the extra crisp Yellowstone air, and work the camera again for the first time in a long while. Thanks little trees for the gift and for the little boost I needed to stop the truck and do what I do love to do!