“Frosty Pines, Yellowstone” was the last image I made on a snowmobile excursion to Yellowstone in January, 1998. I am accustomed to Yosemite Valley’s dominant vertical relief, so I was struck by the contrast in the stark beauty of this wide expanse of white. So much negative space, simple shapes and a bruised sky. I spent at least an hour exploring compositions and I noted the light was rapidly diminishing as this storm approached. I was genuinely concerned about the potential for whiteout conditions and began packing up my gear when a snow coach (a Dodge van on skis) pulled up and a head popped out of the front passenger window that declared, “I’m sorry, those are our trees.” It was John Shaw leading a winter workshop. We chatted briefly as I finished packing before I left them to explore their own impressions of “our” trees. To this day, I’ve not seen any other images made from that day. I’m sure there were many.