I thought for sure I’d published this Erik Stensland photograph at some time in the past. It has long been my favorite of his, although I’ve at least a dozen more almost-favorites. But this one is special. It transports me to another place. Not just any quiet, misty forest. I know this place and this forest. This is Wild Basin, the southeastern corner of Rocky Mountain National Park. When I was growing up, my family stayed every summer in Allenspark, a little town right at the corner of the park, a stone’s throw from Wild Basin. We could walk or ride horses into Wild Basin from Allenspark and often did. I was never lucky enough to see it quite this way; I’d have been somewhere down below those clouds, picking my way along the trail to Calypso Cascades, or Ouzel Falls, or Pear Lake.
I was in Erik’s Estes Park gallery a few years ago and this particular photo was on display, blown up large enough to fill the entire wall. It was magnificent. To this day I dream of covering a wall in my home with the same print.
4 thoughts on “My favorite ‘Forest in the Clouds’”
This is a beautiful picture! Another fine example of natural beauty’
I’m glad you like it. This is the biggest image I could get off Erik’s site. Needless to say, it gets infinitely better in larger sizes.
I get chills looking at that picture! I don’t know if I could handle it on my wall. It’s so hauntingly beautiful!
I love it because I can hear the silence and smell the sweet, moist air. And the clouds are alive. They drift, part, and close unpredictably, without a sound, and at some point, if you watch long enough, they’ll be gone. And you won’t know exactly when it happened.