sagebrush

The hushed green tones of sagebrush leading up to a coniferous forest along the riverbanks make for a striking foreground for anyone looking to snap an unforgettable shot of the Grand.

They’ll walk through shale rock, wildflowers and junipers, and look over the canyon’s edge where a buck can sometimes be seen running through the sagebrush.

I was walking along a trail in Yellowstone National Park, meditating on mountains, breathing in the scent of pine and sagebrush, when a llama sneezed in my ear.

The willow and sagebrush in the valley helped protect them from the wind and snow of winter blizzards and the “Big River,” or “Boa Ogoi” as the Shoshones called it, had an abundance of fish, plus the area was rich with wild game.

As participants decided where to stack rocks to spread water across the dusty sagebrush flat, Zeedyk encouraged them to “read the landscape” and “think like water.”

Gray clumps of sagebrush stood forth like little islands in the sea of grass.

She liked to turn off the road and gallop across the trackless ways, sometimes frightening rabbits and coyotes from the sagebrush.

The wide fields were covered with sagebrush or bunchgrass and there were no railroads.

They are found in abundance on the dry sagebrush covered plains about the Rocky Mountains and to the westward.

Then a distant bunch of sagebrush transformed itself into another moving form, and two coyotes trotted into the scene.