Not What I Was Thinking When I Left
When I got in the car to head down to Yellowstone the other day, I was hoping to catch some of the tail end of the fall color season. And the Paradise Valley looked to be at its peak as we drove through it on the way.
Once we got to the park, however, it was apparent that most of the aspens had already changed colors and lost their leaves.
I was going to whiff, as a former editor of mine puts it. In Yellowstone. In fall.
We drove all over looking for a picture and finally stopped by the Lamar River to regroup. I decided to be still and see and lo and behold, pictures came to me. It shows me that it’s not circumstances that cause a whiff, it’s preconceived notions and inflexibility.