Denali Vistas
Human beings have not the words to describe what you will see in the Park. So I hope that my camera can take the place of words. While you look at these pictures, imagine that you are standing in a cool breeze. The air you inhale is scented with spruce and wildflower perfume. In the distance, you can hear ice-melt clear water rushing over the stones of a brook, on its way to the sea. Bird song tries to overcome brooksong. Everywhere you look, your eyes are filled with things you never could imagine. Your ears are filled with the sounds of wilderness -- no traffic sounds, no plane sounds, no voices except for your own -- and the Gods'.
